Wednesday, January 9, 2008

Tie-died rods

The Frankensteiner....yeah. Last night after my post about spilled soggy peanuts, I was on my way home from work @ 3AM, I lost a tie-rod crossing the only bridge between work and lies approximately 1/2 way to my apt. (i.e. 3/4 of a mile from here) Something in me snapped as well. And despite my overwhelming urge to take the old guy over the side of the bridge and peace out Dukes of Hazzard style, I over corrected and made good use of the entire bridge to stop without tatooing any standing metal support. Hair-trigger today? Yes, depressed to an extent? Yes, Unhappy with the fact that no matter how I steer my karmic life toward good- something always kicks me in the dick? YeS I AM. Tommorrow starts the life of SHAGZ DON't GIVE A F*CK, self centered, prickish me, me, me.... here I come.

I just need a new vehicle to get me started down the road to *sshole-ishness.

If it's not one thing it's another...I'm over it.

Sorry Frank.... that's the last straw. I'm getting a sub-compact hybrid, testosteroneless, sallypants set of wheels and you're headed to the chopshop.


Kate said...


That bites.

But I bet you knew that.

Shaggy Bob said...

With a vengeance. I'm in a funk right now, and I wish I had a nice warm rock. My rock is 4hrs of work away and I turned down the heat in my place thanks to the warm spell. I've decided to grind my teeth in my sleep tonight. done.

-RwB said...

I am retorting.

There... I'm retorted.

Kristi said...

Sorry Bob. That really sucks. We're here if you need us for anything.

Shaggy Bob said...

Thanks'll all work out in the end, whether it be to a good end, or a proverbial fist in mine.