Whitey went out with a bang!

The idea was to start posting again (with words, not just pictures) once I regained full movement in my left hand. Rehab is proving more difficult than I thought, so looks like I am just going to have to recap the accident...

Fucking 18 year old lied to his mother about going to Lifetime Fitness. Instead, the fucker was going to his friend's house. Stupid fool must have had hot girls and a million dollars waiting for him or something because the idiot turned right in front of me (with absolutely no room to turn), and I T-ed him going about 47 mph. No room to brake; no time to avoid it. The last words out of my mouth before the crash were, What the Fuck?!

My car lands on someone's front lawn. Air bags deploy. Fortunately, I walked away with just a broken hand. How the hell I broke it remains a mystery.


The end. The end of my golf-ball car, Whitey.

David Bowie, drool.

I totally want this T-shirt...

Magneto.

Introducing my first grown up purchase...my new car, Magneto.





Yeah, I know it is gay to name cars. But I had to out of respect for Whitey.

I feel spoiled even though I went with a basic model - I now have automatic, tinted windows AND automatic locks! After owning the car for almost a month, I still find myself using the key to unlock the car door.

*edit*

Fuck - I really need to remember that this car is way lower than the Corolla...

junk mail.

I wonder which mailing list brought this piece of mail to my door...

nike, what?

I love the work of Nike. The puppets look just like 'em!