January 21st, 2002


MP3s are good...

I need to thank Matt again for mailing me some songs, and introducing me to the Nields in general. Winamp cued this particular song up at just the right time, I think, because the message it carries is powerful, and maybe just the sort of reassuring I need right now.

The ability of music to move the human soul is astonishing.
  • Current Music
    I Still Believe In My Friends - The Nields

Truck pictures...

Here you go. I've linked them so as not to fill up the entry and/or annoy firewalls that content filter.

*Here is what my truck SHOULD look like (unsmashed driver's side). I've circled the area you should take note of.

*Here is what it DOES look like. I've circled the area that got smashed in. See if you can tell me what looks different in this picture, aside from the body damage. What's that, the mud flap is missing? You get a cookie. Oh yeah, you can't tell it but my rear bumper is bent in and the trim package is smashed off.

*Here is the inner view of my wheel well. The circle is around the chrome trim and fender sheet that got bent up. If you look closely you'll see that my pickup's bed got smashed in as well. Just a bit above the arrow is where there should be metal.

*Here is another view of the rolled-in fender. Arrow tip is where metal and chrome trim should be.

*Here is the tire, with my father holding the two pieces of tread that I managed to recover. You can see the big bald patch on the tire proper where the tread used to reside.

*Here is another picture of the tire, proudly proclaiming it is a Firestone Firehawk ATX. Folks, don't buy these tires.

*Here is another perspective of the tire's treads. This is what peeled off at 75mph and beat the hell out of my pickup.
  • Current Music
    Johnny Cash - I Walk the Line

And oh yeah...

If one more person attempts to run me through their armchair analysis and tells me I have this LiveJournal because I'm an exhibitionist, despite the reasons I've given them for writing on LiveJournal, I will jam rusty fish hooks into their toes and eyes, hoist them up by their reproductive organs and let them hang upside down for an eon or two before breaking them open like overripe melons. I will dance in their leaking blood and play polo with their kidneys.

Fucking wannabe psychologists. Nothing pisses me off more than some smug bastard who is positive he's right in his judgment and who willfully ignores the explanation I provide.
  • Current Music
    Bob Seger - Turn The Page