I was inspired by Nibbles, really... she's started this awesome dating chronicle. She's like the new Carrie Bradshaw... except she's not Carrie, she's Nibbles and she's not in NYC she's in TO and she doesn't spend a ridiculous amount of money on shoes, although she does love them - just not enough to go into debt. I digress. Nibbles' blog inspired me to revive TATMC, so here I am, reviving the hell out of it!
Last night, my Kentucky friend, The Terminator, took me out and taught me how to drive stick. HA! That always sounds so bad. Kentucky Terminator is a girl, ok? Doesn't matter, it still sounds dirty. Kentucky Terminator enlightened me in the art of manually manipulating a five speed transmission. There's no way to say it! When cars are involved, it just sounds dirrrrrty. Back to the matter at hand - I learned last night how to drive standard, and I ROCKED THE SHIT OUT OF IT!!! That's right, lil' ol' me, I owned it! I'm going to go out again. I'm so proud. Bad call wearing flip flops though, I won't do that again. And whoever that asshole was behind me at the stop sign who honked at me after I killed it three times trying to go - FUCK YOU, BUDDY!
I can't believe it's been almost a year and a half since my last blog, and I feel like I have nothing much to say. I think it's because I'm married now, and therefore I am old and boring. Or maybe it's because Nibbles is gone, and Megoo is gone, and Mr. In Charge is never here, and Wilbur/Wendel/Wallace/Whateverthehellhisnameis never eats with us anymore, because there is no us anymore... God, that's depressing.
I have Mr. Wendal in my head now. By Arrested Development. Remember those guys??? Awesome. "He gives me some knowledge, I buy him some shoes. Mr Wendallll yeahhhhh.... ohhhhhh Mr Wendallll...." *smile*
I'm going to have to check back in later when I'm feeling funny. I just spent the last 2 hours reading old postings and they are SO MUCH BETTER THAN THIS ONE! I'm sorry. I guess I'm just ininspired.
OH AND PS: The Zombie Walk has found its way to my hometown. FML.
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