I managed to piss off Dave, and now he's not talking to me.
So let's add this up. People who aren't talking to me anymore: Jessi, Andrew, Taylin, Brian, Casey, James, and possibly Dave. God knows if he'll speak to me again, but I'm a hopeful person so I threw the 'possibly' in.
I guess I win. *sigh*
Today I cuddled Esther, because life is shitting on her a lot lately and she needed the comfort. It was nice to be leaned on. I missed being close to someone like that. Being needed like that.
I give up. No more craigslist for awhile. I obviously fail at connecting with people. I'm just gonna gear up for a few years of reading and spoiling my cats and masturbating.
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December 2008
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Photograph shows a U.S. airman comforting an injured Iraqi child.
Tweets copied by twittinesis.com Okay... I think I can talk about it now. It seems every time I want to drive to Pittsburgh, something happens to my car before. This time it's fairly minor--seems I have a slow leak in my back tire. That explains why the car was handling so weird today. I was at home for a bit so my parents could check over my Paraguay project, and Dad checked the tire pressure, as he normally does. The pressure on my tires should be 34. The others were 28, and the affected one was 20. Those numbers, as well as the way my car handled over the past week, tell me the drop didn't happen overnight. The cold snaps probably also had an effect, as evidenced by the overall numbers. Dad doesn't seem too worried about it. He said to keep an eye on it, and if it continued acting up, we'd go get it fixed. Well, if he wants to come with me, I don't think it's happening next week since he and Mom will be in Nashville. I did some reading online and it seems it'll be safe to drive on as long as I don't let the pressure drop too low.
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