Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Yesterday Blew

The check engine light came on in my car.
I found out I didn't get the job I have been hoping for.
My hairstylist interpreted my quip about not wanting "mom hair" to mean I wanted to look like Kristen Stewart in The Runaways.


  1. I hate yesterday, but I love your haircut. Please take this picture down.

  2. I hate yesterday, but I love that Eric loves your haircut. I also love thin mints, but that's probably not relevant at the moment.

  3. I love thin mints, the Runaways, but hate yesterday.

    I also hate the person that invented check engine lights. What the fuck are we supposed to do with that? Give me a light for "you're out of oil." Give me a light for "you have a flat tire." Give me a light for "you have a dis-embodied arm with a hook stuck to your car door". But "check engine"? I did. It's still there. Now what?

    In other news my personal "check engine" light has been on for about 10 years now.


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