tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262498150707475893.post4823502739484022627..comments2010-10-10T12:50:17.356-04:00Comments on suns in my tummy.: broken people on sidewalks.Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13446577014448746335noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262498150707475893.post-64097356894130080602010-07-14T22:31:29.082-04:002010-07-14T22:31:29.082-04:00Unless I see blood I don't get involved.
Car ...Unless I see blood I don't get involved.<br /><br />Car issues suck... my car died on me 2 years ago and I'm still sad about it... mostly because I HATE public transportation. It was a '93 pontiac grand prix. The GOOD old cars where the door was so heavy you had to hold it open with one leg and get it in quick before it slammed on it... not like the cars now where the wind blows and you drift to the other side of the road.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2262498150707475893.post-69269659219351008412010-07-13T23:33:39.697-04:002010-07-13T23:33:39.697-04:00I would have called the cops. Other half would hav...I would have called the cops. Other half would have tried to stop me. <br />I hate car issues. My car is in the shop right now. Let's say some prayers that it's a $100 problem and that's all (especially because I'd like to do some fun things and also get my hair highlighted so I need the cash flow this week). <br />I'd love to go out for coffee and talk drama and light. xo<br />My co-worker is in such pain right now and all I can do is listen. I really hope that is enough. She is in a bad way. Ack.cheatymoonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06328903955238115971noreply@blogger.com