Car=dead. Bluh.

Major transportational vibes and financial prosperitousness needed.


Really, truly dead? Non-fixable dead? Oh, dear.
Pammikins | 03.26.04 - 4:53 pm | #

Anamolous | 03.27.04 - 1:07 am | #


Mimi | 03.27.04 - 8:34 pm | #

prediction: new blue car, smallish, will soon present itself...
or...I owe you $5.
tifanie | 03.28.04 - 2:28 am | #

Ugh. Let me know if you need a ride....
Shawn | Homepage | 03.28.04 - 7:31 am | #

may the auto gods look upon you with mercy
rich | Homepage | 03.28.04 - 4:57 pm | #

Don't get in the blue car! It's possessed by the devil, or Mel Gibson.

Seriously, your situation stinks so bad I can whiff it from the other coast.

I can't offer a ride, or money, or a car, but I guess I can try to make you laugh!

When I was 11, on the farm, my best friend was my dog. He died in April (the 7th, I think), and I didn't go to school that day. It was the first time I ever saw my mom really cry, you know, let loose and cry. Shortly thereafter that day was the first time I saw my dad and my grandfather crying. Damn it, that's not funny... see, when I TRY it doesn't happen...

Sorry, I've got nuthin'.
don | Homepage | 03.28.04 - 6:28 pm

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