i figured this would happen.
I seem to not want to do anything at all right now. The house is full of things I need to pack. I have to call the movers. I need to go to the pharmacy and refill all prescriptions before my insurance runs out. I have to forward numbers and addresses and take the cats to the vet.
So why don’t I want to leave the couch?
i finally got clearance
I had to wait a while to tell you these stories. I’ve finally been given permission. Actually, I think I was given permission a little while ago, but it wasn’t until I was looking at the picture sent by the car dealership of Eric and me standing in front of the new car, next to the old Club Pro that I remembered the little extra something someone will get when they buy Club Pro off that lot.
and then a weekend!
Okay. Testosterone.
I haven’t even owned this Honda Civic for a full day and I’m already convinced that every other driver on the road is trying to kill me. They want to hit my new car and scratch it when I park. I’m almost hoping to get that first scratch or dent soon so that I won’t be so ultra paranoid.
saying goodbye
This afternoon I pick up a new car.
And in doing so, I say goodbye to Club Protege.
corrupting the mormon dolls
Oh, man. I didn’t think it was possible, but I’m going to spend even more money today than I’ve ever spent not writing bills.
pamie.com is bigger than the hosting plan I just bought. What does that mean for you? Well, it means I’m moving the site again, and in maybe a week or so the IP will transfer and we’ll have that couple of days where you might not be on the new IP. This will only make a difference in the forum for maybe a day or two.
haven’t done this in a while.
Dear Today Show,
Okay. I like to watch you in the mornings. I like hearing Katie and Al and Matt all goof around and have fun while I get dressed and wake up and start my day.
However.
club protege’s up on ya, baby
All right, check it.
Oh, my God. It’s me. Club Protege. You may know me as Pamie’s car.
But today, I’m running things. I’m all, like, right here and shit, telling you the latest, ah-ight?
In fact, my latest prank on pamie is so crazy-good that I’m telling all of my friends about it right now.
maybe it will at least entertain you.
ATTENTION! ATTENTION! We have reports that pamie actually changed a litter box and brought the old trashbag of used kitty litter all the way down to the dumpster. Rumors of a clean kitchen have been dispelled. But we have confirmed a cleaning of a litter box. The apartment has not imploded. I repeat, the apartment has not imploded. Thank you.
(Dad, you probably don’t want to read this one.)
I’ve discussed my problems with my car before, but to be honest, I’ve never really showed you the way I treat my car. I suppose my car has all of its ticks and quirks in response to my total apathy towards its appearance.
