Fuck fuck fuck. Just brought the old Previa into the Japanese Auto Clinic this morning (insert joke here about it having a case of the Hong Kong flu) and then got a call from them a minute ago that it's going to cost $300 to fix the oil leak that almost made the whole thing burst into flames. Shit.. fuck... well, I guess I got to take my breaks where I get 'em. Like it didn't burn to the ground, and it's only $300 and I've got a place to hang out while they work on it, but still...
The good news is that I got an excellent write-up in the portland mercury, go and check it out here.
It inspired a dream that I got an awesome write-up in NME, which I found out about because Nitebob handed it to me with a package of ramen. When I read the review, I realized that they had mistakenly written The Break-Up up as if it were me. Then I brought it to a wedding that was held at my old high school between the biggest jock and the President of Student Council. I was rollerskating around, waving my bogus NME write-up and no one cared. Ah, dreams.
Posted by Mishka at June 17, 2004 01:57 PM