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Witness the Retro Stove! All right, I'm going to write this for as long as my body will let me... These last two days have been hell and I still feel bad that I couldn't make my bookings with the two men I already screwed up on earlier in the week. So, if you're out there, I apologize. Shit has been hitting the fan, most of which I'll admit I caused. Wednesday was my fault because I decided to mess with the windsheild wiper blade because it was raining. I somehow thought with a BA from a top University, I could figure out how to remove the damn thing and fix it. I was wrong. So was the guy who tried to help me at the matress place. So, I ended up driving home from Westland (a good 30 minutes) in the rain without even Rain-ex to help me (stupid Arab gas station owners!). I nearly got in an accident twice, only one of which was completely my fault, but I did make it home intact, though if ANY of you out there EVER see me driving with my hazard lights on, take pity on me and stay the FUCK away from me! Don't try left turning across traffic in front of me, okay? You don't know how good I can see or if my brakes work, think about that next time stupid lady in the Lexus. So that blind trip home killed my day Wenesday. Yesterday went all right. I left early and went to UM's Property Disposition, but alas could not find a video projector, well one that wouldn't require a theater anyways. I DID find a nicish microwave for $10 though. I also got an idea for the new apartment, buying an old bench seat from a car to use as a small sofa. Anyway, it was that damn microwave that pulled out my back! I was lifting it into the trunk and then my lower back just went nuts with pain. I haven't been the same since. Luckily, my next door neighbor was really cool when I got back. I was wrestling the micro out of the trunk, cursing and telling myself pain was all in the mind while I did it, and he came out and asked if I needed some help. I thanked him when all was said and done, and he gave me a beer in addition to offering to get the rest of the stuff in his van. (I later decided this was a bad idea and did the second trip on my own.) He's pretty okay though. He's an older, late 40s my guess, black man with a few teeth left in his dark face. He used to live on the east side of Detroit but now lives with his girl (don't know actual status here) who is this fat blonde chick that I've seen but not met formally. She's got a nice decorating style though, I'll give her that, because his place looks really sweet! I suspect that he's on welfare though because she's the one working and he gave me some advice on how to get vouchers so I can buy food, a bedframe, etc. I also spotted an Alanon document on his fridge, which explained the multiple offers of beer. He is a sweetie though. After thanking him and having half a beer with him, which I had to abandon, I went and took a bath. He started pounding on my door near the end of it and I threw a towel on and came out (one of the few times I've remembered to throw a towel on!). He had a little care package made up, and I didn't want to be rude and refuse. So, I took it, thanked him again, and looked it over. He gave me a can of Chunky soup, the gumbo kind, two cans of lemonade, I guess he discovered I'm not a drinker, and several bags of different kinds of meat, two pieces to a bad. Dan examined them later and claimes they're probably good, even though most of it is chicken or beef, neither of which turns me on, but it was a sweet thought. Anyway, I have one more trip to make today and that should clear out everything except the actual furniture. I might pay a few friends to help me with that tomorrow, but hopefully my massouse David can work a miracle on my back today :) For less talk, amusing pictures follow. Here's a funny little thing, my incredibly retro stove!! It reminds me of home, all my dad's applinces were Harvest Gold too. To work the burners, you need to press the buttons below, isn't it silly? On the ridiculous front, I spotted this product while looking for bubble bath in Kroger's. (I must admit, I love my tub in the new place) I've heard of spray on hair, but spray on legs? Are we really this lazy and dumb? This I found at my local gas station that is ripping people off with false advertising. For you local folks, the BP in New Hudson that claims 2.08 for premium on the sign, really charges 2.10 at the pump. I would, however, like this special offer for stoners. It's going into my funny signs collection, which I'll post when things are slow. That's it for now. Time for liedowns. Daphne |