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LJ Cuts are for losers
May. 11th, 2007 02:31 amI liiiiiiive~! Well, as much as yo can consider me living. For those of you would I have *pinged*, *IMed*, *gchatted*, or e-mailed with since Monday. Or if I have and just forgot to mention –which probably means I did it on purpose or meant to tell you later but forgot…
( This is my new baby. 8D )
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Alright, I'm done. So yeah, my new car. 2005 Saturn Ion. Berry Red. +100 bucks for my insurance, but I don't caaaaaare~ Weeeeee! CD player! AC that works!
Manual locks.
Yes. Cars still are made with manual locks. And windows! I prefer manual locks, really, so I don't forget to lock the damn car. Automatic windows, however, are nice. I have a theory. If you see someone driving down the street and they have their windows rolled down, they have manual windows if a. only their window is rolled down; b. only the front two windows are rolled down. Why? Because if you have automatic windows, you can roll down ALL of them without looking like a freak reaching back for the handle on the rear passenger side window and cursing because you can just barely reach it and the lightisabouttoturngreen OHFUCKIT.
So yeah. Authomatic windows are nice.
Hmm, I had to take my grandfather to the doctor today because he had to have a driver to take him back. Don't remember why, but it has to do with the treatment he received. So, blah. The only reason this is brought up is because something strange happened.
I pick him up, drop him off at the front and go to park the car. I'm coming inside and there's a guy in one of those automatic scooter/wheelchairs sitting near the door. He's waiting for something, and I give just a general nod as I pass. Then I hear a voice, 'Young person?' I turn. 'Can you do me a favor?' I'm like 'Sure.' Cus I was just thinking they wanted to have someone to talk to, take them outside, go have me get something for them.
'Can you clip my toenails for me?'
I'm serious.
No. That isn't a joke.
I don't know if my face showed anything, but my first mental reaction was kinda BLANK, then 'Did he just ask me to clip his toenails? XD' My audio response is 'Sure. Let me go upstairs and tell my grandfather I'm down here. I'll be back.' And he goes 'Oh, okay.' But he totally didn't think I was coming back. XD Cus, really, who the fuck would? Apparently I would, cus I'm special like that.
So, I tell my grandfather I'll be downstairs and he's like 'Okay' but like hell would I tell him why. =_= Anyway, yeah, he totally needed to get his toenails clipped, and it isn't like he could REACH them. I didn't mind anyway. What the hell else did I have to do anything besides stay upstairs in the waiting room and be all 'Blah' anyway. I did ask if he carried around toenail clippers all the time and he was like 'Yes.' And as I was digging the toejam out so I can clip this particularly strangely shaped nail, he was like 'You need something to dig with?' I'm all like 'Yeah' and he pulls out tweezers. I gave this mental laugh that would have scared anyone if they'd heard it. =_= I mean, the whole idea was just fucking hilarious to me.
Yes. Hilarious. Not 'ew' or even a slight squick, just funny. Oh well. I finished, he thanked me profusely even while I was doing it, then I washed my hands really REALLY good and went upstairs to wait another 1 ½ hours for my grandfather and was late to work. Wee.
( This is my new baby. 8D )
::commence running around::
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\o\~~~
/o/
\o\
\o/
\o/!!
Alright, I'm done. So yeah, my new car. 2005 Saturn Ion. Berry Red. +100 bucks for my insurance, but I don't caaaaaare~ Weeeeee! CD player! AC that works!
Manual locks.
Yes. Cars still are made with manual locks. And windows! I prefer manual locks, really, so I don't forget to lock the damn car. Automatic windows, however, are nice. I have a theory. If you see someone driving down the street and they have their windows rolled down, they have manual windows if a. only their window is rolled down; b. only the front two windows are rolled down. Why? Because if you have automatic windows, you can roll down ALL of them without looking like a freak reaching back for the handle on the rear passenger side window and cursing because you can just barely reach it and the lightisabouttoturngreen OHFUCKIT.
So yeah. Authomatic windows are nice.
Hmm, I had to take my grandfather to the doctor today because he had to have a driver to take him back. Don't remember why, but it has to do with the treatment he received. So, blah. The only reason this is brought up is because something strange happened.
I pick him up, drop him off at the front and go to park the car. I'm coming inside and there's a guy in one of those automatic scooter/wheelchairs sitting near the door. He's waiting for something, and I give just a general nod as I pass. Then I hear a voice, 'Young person?' I turn. 'Can you do me a favor?' I'm like 'Sure.' Cus I was just thinking they wanted to have someone to talk to, take them outside, go have me get something for them.
'Can you clip my toenails for me?'
I'm serious.
No. That isn't a joke.
I don't know if my face showed anything, but my first mental reaction was kinda BLANK, then 'Did he just ask me to clip his toenails? XD' My audio response is 'Sure. Let me go upstairs and tell my grandfather I'm down here. I'll be back.' And he goes 'Oh, okay.' But he totally didn't think I was coming back. XD Cus, really, who the fuck would? Apparently I would, cus I'm special like that.
So, I tell my grandfather I'll be downstairs and he's like 'Okay' but like hell would I tell him why. =_= Anyway, yeah, he totally needed to get his toenails clipped, and it isn't like he could REACH them. I didn't mind anyway. What the hell else did I have to do anything besides stay upstairs in the waiting room and be all 'Blah' anyway. I did ask if he carried around toenail clippers all the time and he was like 'Yes.' And as I was digging the toejam out so I can clip this particularly strangely shaped nail, he was like 'You need something to dig with?' I'm all like 'Yeah' and he pulls out tweezers. I gave this mental laugh that would have scared anyone if they'd heard it. =_= I mean, the whole idea was just fucking hilarious to me.
Yes. Hilarious. Not 'ew' or even a slight squick, just funny. Oh well. I finished, he thanked me profusely even while I was doing it, then I washed my hands really REALLY good and went upstairs to wait another 1 ½ hours for my grandfather and was late to work. Wee.
