ecovlke's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Life Is Strange, Which Is Why I Love It So Life Is Strange, Which Is Why I Love It So Driving 70 MPH on an Oklahoma City expressway (on a Friday) is the adult equivalent to running with scissors as a child. I do not intend my final moments to come because I was "put into the wall" by an RV covered with NASCAR stickers. I get home and check my mail, and I see this little blue package nestled in with my usual junkmail. I knew that I hadn't ordered anything, and closer inspection revealed it to be one of those mass mailing samples addressed to "Current Resident". It was a small box of Always pads. That's sweet, but that's the last thing we need around here right now I thought, but I was wrong. They make dandy little beer coasters. I got so mad Thursday night at my new/used highly prized portable CD player (my equivalent of an oxygen tank to a scuba diver) that I fixed the damn thing. I am happy to report that the little bastard once again works like new. 6:22 p.m. - 2002-01-11 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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