Day before Christmas

Sunday, December 24th, 2006.

The day before Christmas. Hmm, it’s finally here.

Of course, the Newspaper comes out today and tomorrow/tonight, and supposedly, they are in bundles of 15 – fat Monday papers the size of small Sundays.  85% of the paper will of course be advertisments for the day after Christmas sales.  Some people wait for this crap all year, as if life is all about finding the best deal on some pos that you don’t Really need.

Heh.  I’m not a participant in this,  I actually do have money – the bus pay came through Friday (I love direct deposit), but since I am quitting the newspaper job at the end of THIS WEEK (!), I don’t have a surplus by any means.

I originally thought that I would, like, double my income, doing the papers and the school bus driving jobs, but omg, I am not a young man any more, and five hours of sleep a day, week in and week out is too much for me  (or, more accurately, not enough).  The money is NOT worth it, so I am dropping the daily deliveries as of this Saturday and going back to just doin’ the Sundays on Saturday and Sunday.

I’ve "retired" my minivan from the papers – it was (and is) losing it’s life to the daily deliveries, and I am totally sick of spending every fucking dime I have on the pos.  Last week, it turned over 160,000 miles as I drove into my parking lot, and instead of putting 318 miles on it this week, I have put on only 78 miles on it, to the  bus driver classes I had all week and downtown to the PO box and over to A and J’s house yesterday.

The alternator needs replacing, but, of course, it’s the big holiday weekend, so that won’t get done until Tuesday at least.  On the one hand, I’ve put so much into the van that I wanna keep it and get some use out of those new parts, but on the other, shit.  I want a new rig that doesn’t NEED something replaced every fucking month.

Santa Claus, please bring me a, oh, I dunno, a PT Cruiser Limited, with a moonroof.  Lets make the turbo optional, but hey, if you insist, well, I could live with it.  ( I know I was bitching earlier about Chysler products, but the PT Cruiser has good maintenance records and fits me and my hats realy well)

Yeah, I could live with a PT Cruiser.  Any colour you like, it’ll be OK with me.

SS, get off yer ass and pay me the money you KNOW you owe me, mf-ers.  I can re-start my life and get out of these holes I’ve dug for myself.

Heh.  Nuts to bitchin’.

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MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL!

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