After leaving my apartment due to having no hot water (yet again), I returned to find no heat either. Normally this would be no problem, however, Austin has had arctic temperatures over the weekend. I don't know why my pilot light blows out so often.

The other morning I was awoken by somthing moving on my face right under my eye. I quickly and half-consciously slapped and then flung whatever it was. When my alarm went off, I turned on the light and was horrified. An insect, which I pretty sure is a 1st cousin to the roach, lay half squished on my carpet. It was long and brown and had two stinger-like appendages on its end. I know what you're thinking and I say...Yeah! Sick!

Using the term coined by the great Corky St. Clair in Waiting for Guffman, I can't wait to get out of this "ELL OLE!"

Upon entering my frigid apartment today, Jeff made a beeline for the bathroom and began to scrub. I keep reassuring him that I'm really not a dirty person... I'm just never at home to clean. He kept a classic look of disgust on his face the whole time as he frantically tried to fling my shed hair off of his hands. As long as it doesn't make him stop liking me... I'm quite enjoying my new shiny bathtub!

I should rename this blog "confessions of a girl that drives a car that's a piece."

But anyway... so just when I've been telling my dad and jeff that the reason I should get a new car sooner rather than dragging out my agony for a few more months is because my car could die at any time... leaving me unsafe. Well, my car and I were on good terms lately and I actually considered waiting until i had a bit more money... when it died... on an exit ramp of I35. It died.. it just popped up with 'check engine' and died. I was going up a small hill and it proceeded to roll backward as I nervously tried to get it started while irate motorists zoomed around me. Now granted... I was rather low on gas... but still...that is reason enough for me to call it quits.

So... if anyone is in the market for a grayish/black ancient explorer with a dented in bumper, 1 1/2 functioning automatic windows, a smashed in blinker, and leaking power steering fluid that gives each turn the charming sound of a sperm whale trying to locate its lost family... then I will sell it to you..cheap ... heck, I'll leave it parked at my apt. with the keys in it. come by anytime.