Deacon Frost

Kill her John, and then we'll have pizza and margarita shooters.

Well, I haven't had a entry since I opened this thing. And
today seems like as good a time as any. I met this really
cool chick at this club I go to. See apparently liked me
enough to check my web site (lame, lame, lame), and was
like "how come you never post in your journal?"

So, my cars in the shop, and is past inspection. The
mechanic calls me today and tells me he can't fix problem
and the car won't pass without the problem fixed. This is
a GM car at a GM dealership. What the fuck? What else am
I supposed to do. The advise I get from my mechanic: try
another place or trade it in. What the fuck? Remember
that Seinfeld episode where the mechanic steals Jerry's car
because he think's Jerry's abusing it. Those people don't
exist in real life.

Work blows, it always has, I just want make sure everyone
knows it.

Well, that's my rant for the day.