Today sucked.

First, I hear my truck’s alarm going off in the parking lot out front. The stupid famliy from 2 townhouses down are getting back from whatever, and the kid (about 15-17) gets out of the car, and smashes the door into my truck.

I go out to see why the alarms going off, and him and his dad just look at me like ‘why are you out here looking at your truck?’. Stupid idiots. Like I can’t see the brown paint on my door that matches the brown paint on your crappy car.

So anyway, after having dinner with valerie, we drove home. About 1/2 mile from the townhouse, a nice police officer decides he’ll look at my license plate.

Turns out I forgot to renew the tabs on my license plate. Oops. So, I got a nice little ticket, a court date, and who knows what else. Just call me Missy ‘Misdemeanor’ Elliot. :\

So now I can’t drive tomorrow at all, and have to go to the Secretary of State on Monday, to get things straightened out before I go to court sometime in the next 10 days.

Super.

So, about three seconds after searching ‘how does a toilet work’ on google, I found www.toiletology.com. I shouldn’t be surprised, theres so much weird stuff on the INTARWEB that this is nothing spectactular. And its not, I assure you.

I found this article to be most interesting on how a toilet bowl actually flushes. Now I (and you) know how to flush a toilet. And that previous sentence was for every English teacher I have ever had. Super.

Here’s something that will be fun. I will list the reasons why I do not like my stomach, and would like a new one. Basically, what I need is a new stomach, esophagus, and digestive system. Any donors?

10 Reasons Why I Need A New Stomach
1 ) I cannot eat spicy Thai Food.
2 ) I cannot eat Mexican food.
3 ) I cannot drink coffee.
4 ) I cannot drink alcohol.
5 ) I cannot eat Nino Salvaggio’s meatloaf.
6 ) I have chest pains, due to heartburn, when [1-5].
7 ) My throat feels like its swelling, due to heartburn, when [1-5]
8 ) Its big. I want a smaller one.
9 ) Aciphex twice daily.
10) I cannot eat Mexican food.

So sue me— I like mexican food. I just want to be able to eat a meal, and not have stomach pains for the next 2-4 hours afterwards. I want to be able to sleep at night, after eating dinner. Oh, and just because i said ‘I cannot’ in that list does not necessarily mean ‘I do not’. I do, and most times, I suffer the consequences.

Now, I do realize that not having 1-5 is probably very good for me– not only healthy, but cheaper. But what fun would life be without Starbucks.

Oh, yeah, I am writing in here more often. Beth suggested that I not talk just about music, and I suppose I could try to not limit it to just music I am listening to.. especially considering I am stuck in a music-listening rut. Anyway.

For those y’all who wear fanny packs

Today I emptied our 30 gallon fish tank. It was starting to break the dresser it was on, and most of the fish got moved to the 5 gallon tank (or adopted by Beth & Kim). Anyway, while I was taking small buckets of water from the bedroom to the bathtub, I got yet another spark of motivation.

The toilet has been running nonstop for a week or two. I decided, since I was already up to my elbows in fish-poopy-water, that I’d go take an adventure down the back of the toilet, and fix it. All I had to do was move that little arm up a bit, tighten the screw, and ta-da.. no more running toilet.

But anyway, I brought this up because I was looking at the inside of a toilet, and wondered who the guy was that thought of that whole mechanism in the back. The water goes down the hole, the stick with the little balloon-thing rises with the water, until the stick pushes the drain closed at the bottom. [or whatever, I cant explain it that well at 11:23pm].

I also was wondering how much the toilet flushing mechanism has changed over the past 20 years or so. Maybe if I get motivated again tomorrow, instead of playing with water, I will find out. Nah.

Ok, this was a dumb entry. I’m sorry. :]

So yesterday (sunday) was interesting. This story involves driving; valerie and I were on our way to Beths. Let me describe the road we were on. It was a 2 lane road, approaching a red light. Both lanes turn left, the right lane can also go straight. A right turn lane opens up just ahead of where we were.

Approaching the red light, this big SUV comes up in the far left lane, cuts across in front of us, and then over to the right turn lane. Now, the immediate reaction … breaks+horn+finger. I took care of the first two; co-pilot val took care of the rest. :)

As we’re passing this guy– one finger salute & horn serenade– he’s giving this “how dare you honk at me because I cut you off.. I drive a SUV in Oakland County” stare, with his index finger pointing at us, in case we forgot who he just cut off.

So, anyway– we get to the red light, and Mr. “i wet my pants because your horn scared me as I cut you off” gets out of the right turn lane, and gets behind me. He look all pissy in his mirror, and he reaches down toward his cup holder. Out comes a pen & paper, and a cell phone. Its amazing how dumb people are. First of all, if he did call the cops, who’s going to believe this crazy guy in a SUV. Worst case, they’ll tell the cops to look out for a Silver Dodge Ram that just got cut-off…. errr honked his horn. Second– there is no second.

So, this guy follows us for about a mile, and let me remind you that he was going to turn right, but he got behind me and followed me in the exact opposite direction. Once I lost him in some heavy Rochester Road traffic, he turned into a gas station & went back along his merry ‘cut-you-off-and-call-the-cops-in-my-SUV’ way.

And thats my story. The guy cut us off and then got mad because we honked.

Still haven’t received a phone call from the Rochester Hills Police. They must be backed up with other ‘im-mad-because-he-honked-at-my-bad-driving’ cases.

Stupid yuppies.