that seems like a fitting title to my autobiography. i think that the subtitle then would just be a comic book sound effect like "ziff!" or "bing!"
well, that would actually be the emo version of my autobio. the happy version would be like "here's your dream job and a cultural heritage that gives you every possible advantage over the vast majority of people living on earth: playing video games all day is fun: the ben bunting II, esq. story: why did you buy this: no, really, i'm seriously asking: part trois".
that's a lot of colons, but if there's one grammatically correct way to represent how my thought process works, it's colons.
i finally woke up today feeling not-like-death for the first time in recent memory; i can move my head from side-to-side without pain, i can swallow without pain, i can even take medicine and not register any decrease in the amount of pain i'm currently feeling (which i think means i'm not feeling any pain). so after my six-day rendezvous with learning what it feels like to be really old, i fell asleep at 1030 last night and then woke up promptly at 420am. then i spent like four hours reading pointless shit on the internet because there really wasn't anything else to do. i meant to watch TV on hulu until i fell back to sleep, but somehow reading the entire DC superman mythos on wikipedia turned out to be far more interesting, and by the time i cross-linked my way all the way over to the hubble space telescope it was 8am and i was cracking open my morning chocolate cereal and diet coke combo.
i think the plan is to replace the mazda entire car-limbic system...or something. i was planning on replacing the timing belt and the clutch, but upon removal of the rotors yesterday, cracks were found (passive voice R0X0RZ) and thusly the rotors will probably be replaced as well, so as to avoid 70mph incidents involving me hitting my brakes and my car responding by destroying my front tires and/or splitting in half down the middle and/or shooting fire from the front wheel wells while i continue to travel 70mph. the good news is that my suspicion regarding that weird, ghetto-ass rattling the car has been making for months were confirmed in the form of a loose coat-hangery, lame-ass fastener that was supposed to be holding my exhaust system in place, but was doing a shitty job of that while doing an awesome job at making a shitload of noise. curt assure me this is easily fixable by welding.
i'm convinced on some level that spending the necessary many-hundreds-of-dollars ("spending" here is a euphemism for "putting it on credit") on these repairs will somehow make my car into this insanely fancy super-car that'll be able to all fly and shoot missles and shit. boy am i going to be disappointed when i'm way the fuck in the hole again and all i have to show for it is a car that's marginally functional as opposed to borderline broken.
still thinking about that one unnamed secret girl again. starting to think that i'm just never going to be able to manifest my positive relationship intentions towards anyone in a way that's not just totally fucked up and weird and potentially creepy and/or crazy. i'd say more, but i don't really feel like it at the moment; more fun to just beat myself up about it.
god, i'm going crazy with the slashified conjunctions today.
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