I ran over a skunk last night.

Then I cried in the car.

... and apologized to the skunk.

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I feel like acting like a spoiled kid and getting a car with a sunroof.

Maybe heated seats.

If I can't push for heated seats, heated mirrors will have to suffice.

But I really want the sunroof.

Really.

After digging through a whole slew of them looking for jobs, I've come to the conclusion that navigation on government websites is garbage. Seriously, you try it.

It makes me happy when I've been parked in a lot for over 24 hours, and my total is supposed to be around $30, but the attendant goofs and charges me five bucks. SCORE.

That and I saw Silent Hill. Creepy shit right there. Paired with driving home in the fog all alone...

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There is no "can I get your number?" with nerds. They get your screenname and server.

Your Stripper Song Is
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Today's entertaining sight:

Two Mexicans riding into town on bikes.

The illegal immigrant summer workers have started to arrive!

Fucking raccoons in the middle of the road at night. Jeez. Too bad for him.

Just kidding, I'm a swerver (save for squirrels). I swear, I thought it was a cat, but I may have been distracted by Comfortably Numb. Mystery?

I love my brown hoodie.

With my recent good luck, I bought a lottery ticket. Five million would be the greatest birthday present of all.

Looks like I'll be living with Stacey next year. I'm fucking excited. I'm going to deck the shit outta my room. I'll have pictures of the place on Friday.

And I fixed it.