And it's always there, in the lower right hand corner, just waiting to suck.

Not a whole lot has been going on. I finally got motivated to paint my master bathroom and vanity area. When I first bought this place nearly two years ago, I painted THE SHIT out of it, as it was basically covered in wallpaper. So it took a while for me to care about that last little part that no one would see.

Having an entire box set of Sex and the City helps pass the painting time. I'll have to take some pics...

I also finally bought and read Almost Home, which is part I of Damien Echols' autobiography. Not as depressing as you might think (except that the book apparently had NO EDITOR whatsoever as there were a crapload of typos). Interesting and quite short, and although in Paradise Lost he was already the most well-spoken person in the entirety of West Memphis, Arkansas, (a freakshow of a town if there ever was one), it's more than apparent that consuming endless books has only made him more so. The book was arranged by Margaret Cho back in 2004, but very little seems to have changed in the last four years, as he's still on death row.

On a way more superficial note, D's "service engine light" soon came on the other day. In what was surely a moment of frustration, he said he probably just needs a new car. (Only last year we had to spend around $2,000 fixing it). It's a 1997 Ford Escort, so you can see how futile it may be to piss money away on it. Though my 2000 Jetta has more miles, it's also the better car. His car may not be an expensive fix (hahaha), but it was slow enough at work that I started poking around cars.com anyway. And you know, you always start by looking at the car you WANT.



And I seem to have run across my baby, though naturally he has a ton of miles on him and he's a 2000. (How the fuck else would I be able to potentially afford him, otherwise?) So I'm going to swing by this morning before my hair appointment and either give him a test drive or get my mechanic to check him out. The car place is on Division St, not the greatest part of town, so I'm going into this with major doubts.

But if nothing else, I will get to play in a Spyder this morning! He's very sexy. The downside I'm expecting is rear visibility (when the top is up, obviously). And one of his major downsides I already know about is NO ROOM, though not sure I care. I just keep thinking of Go when Jay Mohr yells at Scott Wolf, who can't fit anything in the trunk of their car, "STOP!!! IT'S A MIATA!!"

This might also answer the question, "Do you plan on procreating?"

Spiiider...he is our hero!

And can you believe I have yet to see Indiana Jones & the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull? With any luck, that'll get remedied tonight.