Mine's a bit nicer, with the most comfortable tractor seat I've ever sat in, and better tires, and it runs pretty good so far. I don't know if it's a 1967 or a 1972. Haven't found the serial number yet. But tomorrow I start converting the lumber salvage shed into a full service tractor shop. I.e., a covered gravel pit with an air compressor. Gotta start somewhere.
As much as I hate to admit it, I'm hooked on Revenge.
Quote of the day: "I dig music... I'M ON DRUGS!!!"
Oh, almost forgot. I think the-one-that-got-away is now married. Got a cryptic text last month about her "getting hitched" in The Bahamas. I hope she's happy. And I love my tractor. I hope that's not wrong.
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
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Will it be terribly inappropriate to wish her a long and unhappy marriage?
Sorry for any cheap advice I may have ever given you in that department, by the way. By way of apology, here's a gift. I hate to admit this, but the bassline's kinda catchy.
In other news, I'm thinking of posting some politically provocative stuff on facebook. Maybe I could get some of the annoying high school people to defriend me. I have a handful too many.
"Long may you run, long may you run.
Although these changes have come.
With your chrome heart shining in the sun,
Long may you run."
hey guys, don't tell rundeep, but i went ahead and paid the lawyers off. i called them and explained that it didn't seem fair. she said the office would have to absorb the overage, so i wrote the check in order to move on. dad would approve. it feels good to have that house behind me, fingers crossed.
Oh yeah, there's a lot to be said for "here, take the damned money, can I get on with my life please?" Worth it. Fingers crossed, but congrats.
AAAAACCCCCKKKKKKKKKK. BULLSHIT! Do you want me to get all medieval on their ass for you? Because I would. Just for gigles. The sorriest people in the world are those who mistakenly call me with sales to be made. In fact, I once got a cold call in the office which I routed to the conference room -- where the SEC was sitting interviewing me as part of the routine examination of my firm. One of the best moments of my life, honestly. I heard that guy choke, I swear it. "Office abosrb the coverage my ass." You know why it would aborb it? Because they fucked up. OMG I am so riled. Really, dude call me. Schmutzie has my real name. As to the other thing -- Good for you. Your gonna love riding that thing. As for the other thing, honey, as I keep sayin' you are the one who got away. God bless. But man I am still pissed!
three words, m'lady: karma. but yeah, i know. so i put on Superchick's "one girl revolution" and WROTE THAT CHECK!!! all the while saying very profane things about fairness and laziness.
also, as for the other thing, i don't thing i'm the one that got away as much as i think i'm the one that dodged a bullet. that wasn't even meant for me. so i still saved a life, if you think about it.
also, if i get into some real trouble, which i never will, you'll be the first call. if that makes sense. (goddamn david dye [sp?].)
RD- I see no need for bloodshed at this point. I'll be glad to give Swit your contact info but I will NOT be held accountable.
Cost analysis prevailed over righteous indignation. You were right to listen to you.
I likes the tractor. Is she a gas guzzler? It could probly motor on paint thinner. But how 'bout the bump factor? How's the rump when you hit the bumps? Have you cruised the strip yet? Be sure to wear a sombrero and wave at the natives. They love that.
David Dye is awesome. I hope to God he never retires. My other favorite golden-eared Philly DJ is Bob Perkins, whose jazz show on WRTI never fails to get me to appreciate things I might have ignored. And his voice is magnificent. The show is called "BP with GM (Good Music)." And it is. I'm calmer now, but that was an easy fix, wouldn't have held up a thing, and would have been supremely satisfying, so don't hesitate to call. "Someone Saved My Life Tonight" or something, something. As for tools, I once loved a router, but now I adore my iPhone. Siri, she my friend.
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