Thursday 6.10.98 1247aHST
I don't think I've ever been more relieved to be back to work than today. After two and a half days of mind numbing boredom the work routine has returned and I am skerrily enjoying it. Nothing's worse than being trapped on an island from the nearest cool shindig THEN trapped at home on the island from the nearest cool shindig without a reliable source of transportation. It is truely hell on earth.
The car overheated AGAIN last Friday. As luck would have
it Marisa was with me. As she is always with me when there
is some tragic mishap with the car. I had just gotten through dropping the
boy at work and the car was perfectly fine. I am enjoying my day so far
and Marisa and I wanted to top things off by shopping at the mall. We were
being women that day doing the "girl thang". As much as I hate
to admit it, I am a female and I needed a new wardrobe because women need
to look good for the men they can't have and for the other women who look
good and mock. Halfway down Keeamoku St. white billowing smoke starts gushing
out of my White1990 Honda
Accord (jokingly called the WHITE RANGER) along with the strong smell
of coolant. God loved us, because we weren't in the middle of trafic on
the H1 freeway. We were yards away from the mall's parking structure where
the White Ranger would rest and cool down. I'm a girl and born with ignorance
to car engines. So I called the boy and told him of the situation at hand
and things were solved within a half an hour. Men come in handy that way.
We needed to wait till his work shift was done and what better way to past
the four greuling hours but to shop...the main reason for our journey to
town. What else were we going to do right? I bought shoes, 3 tanks, a pair
of beige shorts and 2 dresses. Like you care but you and screw off because
I you're going to sit there and listen to my Babble anyway ok? Ok. At 730
we waited for the boy and his gay sibling, mall level, sipping our iced coffee and poking
fun at the FOBs that sat next to us on the bench. The White Ranger had indeed
had a sickness that was mildly severe. The boy drove the White Ranger home
(after Marisa and I ran back and fourth from the women's bathroom fetching
bottles of water for the radiator) with the gay sibling tailing us from
behind...for safety's sake. The weekend was spent trying to fix the White
Ranger and it took $275 (money we don't have) to fix the cars fan motors
(the virus). 
We could have
paid a lot more but we know friends who know friends who knows the boy's
father. So why was I trapped at home on my two days off when the car was
fixed you ask? For utter fear that this car would overheat again. I swear
the Sunday, Monday and Tuesday I drove the Ranger I smelled coolant. I'm
like that dog that hears a bells and starts drooling. I smell coolant and
I think GAHD DAMN CAR IS GOING TO OVERHEAT AGAIN. So my little imprisonment
these past two days was self inflicted due to the fear of car trouble and
dying from inhaling makebelive fumes that smelled like coolant. That's my
long, pointless, drawn-out story, and any email
expressing how stupid my retelling was is more than welcome. The End. Now
on to other news.
The Lion King swept the Tony's last Sunday. According to the "masses"(meaning people I know who know what the hell they are talking about because they fucking live in NYC and can go see any damn show they want any time of the year) this was a rip off. According to the masses Ragtime got a bum ride. According to the masses Alan Cummings role in Cabaret was not even a "leading actors" role (he is Emcee) and the Tony rightfully belongs to Brian Stokes (who by the way has a god of a voice..swoon). According to the masses "how can Ragtime win Best Score and Best Book but NOT win Best Musical". According to the masses Disney bought out all the Tony voters by bribing them with free passes to Disney world and miniscule parts in the next animated feature after Mulan. I wish I knew what the hell the masses were talking about. There's about a month left before I actually DO know what the hell they are talking about. But there's nothing I can do till then but sit my ass down and NOT complain because I DON'T know what the hell I'm talking about because I fucking live in the middle of the Pacific Ocean and the closest thing I got to putting in 2 cents is exclaiming how beautiful the music is on the Ragtime OBC album compared to the Lion King album. Life really sucks turd.
My two days of boredom didn't go to a total waste. I discovered an equation that is very true.
GETTING SEX = brain neuron destroying stupidity
NOT GETTING SEX = confused yet, intricate intelligence
This is true my friends. For the female gender at least. I have gotten stupid since I have been getting it. I was smarter before I started getting it. Sometimes getting it aint worth getting it if it makes you a stupid empty headed void.
Off the showers now. If I'm lucky the boy will join and I will get even stupid-ER.
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