adieu, adieu!
parting is such sweet sarrow.

But there's no marrow in this story. This shakespearing throw-back has a double meaning. First and foremost, WHY IS EVERYONE LEAVING THEIR BLOGS? It's so sad being alone. I almost feel rejected.

Second, I killed my car. After all these four years of driving the same old shitty car, I finally did him in. What can I say, I didn't just to watch him bleed. There was oil everywhere. I think the knocking was the worst of the ordeal. He made it home before he died. Strong fellow. Got to give him props for that.

On to a better, more sophisticated vessel. wish me luck, and can you spare a dime?