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Thursday, July 17, 2008

7/17/08

So I'm sitting here Tuesday, minding my own business, when I get a text message. I don’t recognize the number and it obviously isn't in my phone book. The message reads, “sup with ya SUNSHINE”. I reply, “Depends, who is this?” The reply to my reply chills me to the bone: “charlotte SUNSHINE”. That would be The Toothless Hillbilly stripper from the money hemorrhage night last month. Well, y'all got the story on the first of this month but that’s just being pedantic. Of course we all know how I love being pedantic. Oh, and going off on tangents, I love doing that too. I also noticed that I sometimes do both right in the middle of a sentence. I suppose I should probably start putting my mid sentence asides in parentheses. But I digress. I like doing that as well. Anyhoo, all I can think to reply is, “Oh. New phone?” She confirms that it is indeed a new phone and I immediately go in and add that name to her listing in my phone book and change her ringer to an annoying “AAAAA-OOOO-GA AAAAA-OOOO-GA AAAAA-OOOO-GA” ringtone. She asks what I'm up to. I tell her I'm just hanging out at work but give no details. In an effort to be polite, I ask what is up with her. “got evicted living in a motel SUNSHINE” she replies. It is about this time that I realize she has “SUNSHINE” set as her signature of her text messages. I tell her, “Well, that sucks.” She replies affirmatively. I lie and say that I'd like to help but that I'm still recovering, financially, from that night. She says she remembers and tries to assure me that that was not the reason for contacting me. “…I just wanted to say hi SUNSHINE” she said. “Oh, well, ‘Hi’ to you then,” I replied. All I got in return was, “nice SUNSHINE”. I figured I'd never hear from her again since I didn’t respond to her attempt at “gold digging.” I was wrong. Wednesday, she texts me again. She informs me that it is her birthday. I wish her a happy birthday and ask, tongue planted firmly in cheek, “So, 21 and able to drink finally?” She LOLs me and says something to the effect of, “yeah again SUNSHINE”. I debate with myself for some time before asking the dangerous question, “So, are you having a party?” Much to my relief, she tells me she has to work. I say, “Hopefully another ‘whale” like me will come in tonight.” She says I'm not a whale, thinking I'm referring to being a MOG. See yesterday’s entry if you don’t remember what “MOG” stands for. I reply that I was using it in the Vegas sense as in “a big spender.” “oh i never heard that before SUNSHINE” she replies. I decide to go ahead and give back a little of the tease and said, “I’ll check my funds and see if I can throw away some money tonight. But don’t hold your breath.” The last thing I heard from her was, “k SUNSHINE”. Hopefully it will truly be the last thing I hear from her. I get a cold chill up my spine every time I think about her. She was truly “Land O Lakes.” So I'm telling John the story and… what? What do I mean by “Land O Lakes”? I meant she was “buttery.” Anyhoo, I'm tell… what now? What do I mean “buttery”? You know, “buttery” like she’s a “butter face.” She has a nice body, but her face… That sort of thing. So I'm telling John the story and we get in a tiff about sarcasm. He says he’s using it, I say, “Nuh uh.” Like that kind of a row. By the way, that last word was pronounced “rou” as in the British word for an argument, scuffle, set-to, or spat. But you knew that, right? Right. Ok, so what else is new? My transmission blanket from Summit arrived yesterday. I forgot that, being made for American Iron, the thing was going to be huge. It might just wrap around my wee-little transmission twice! My concern now is making provision for the clutch to operate. I may have to build a standoff of some sort to hold said blanket out away from the clutch fork and slave cylinder. We’ll see. Then again, I might not wrap the transmission per se but mount the blanket out and away with an air gap between the two. I think as long as all shrapnel would be contained and/or intercepted and redirected downward by the blanket, it will be fine. We’ll see. Well, I had to come into work early today so I'm a little sleepy. I think I'll try to get in a quick nap before my next appointment. Y'all have a day.

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