Sunday, February 5, 2006

'Front disc brake pads, 65% worn. Rear drum brakes 55% worn. ' -Ultratune Diagnosis of my little white car


I have my baby back, fully serviced thanks to Dad. I'm grateful for it because that was something I couldn't afford to do. The engine response time is much better now, so now I can do some fully sick drag racing, eh bro?

[..that line does not translate well to text..]

I'm happy now. PHT has a full compliment of cast members, all of who are talented and seem to understand where I'm going. It's all good ^_^

Once I'm done doing shopping today, I'll get started on the first post and have it ready for when Drix adds his little piece of back-story. We're entering the endgame before the good ship sails.

Speaking of shopping, I have been living off instant noodles for the past week. Unfortunately I had to pay rent as well as my car insurance on the weekend before last, leaving me with nuzzing!

...I miss fresh fruit and vegetables..

Will be back later, I have to go and pick up my pay.

EDIT: And back. Don't ask me what was going on. The otaku network didn't exist for me last night. I couldn't access anything, and Harley found it quite amusing.

Girlfriend troubles. I have the emotional depth of a kumquat, apparently. I've been told, repeatedly, that I don't share enough emotionally. Apparently all she sees is me happy.

Well, I'm sorry that you're only seeing my good side? What?

*sigh*

It's also slightly hypocritical of her, she's told me quite often that I'm too serious and don't smile enough. Blah.

I'm pretty sure that something must be going wrong in her life. This was only a problem until just recently, in the past...week?...so something must be happening that causes this to spill over into our relationship.

I offered myself, saying I'd be happy to help or even be a shoulder to lean on, but I was told that it wouldn't work.

She told me that "there's no point." She then went on to say that, as I'm always happy/laughing all the time, she's not comfortable telling me what's wrong. She feels I would make a joke about her problems [see: trivialise them]

Yes. Because I do that all the time.

I mean, it should be funny. I should laugh. It's ironic, even that after the hell I went through in year 12, that someone would say to me that I would laugh at someone's problems.

Wee.

Now I just feel fine and dandy.



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