Friday, October 21, 2011

I love my Volvo

My mom, looking with us (Granddad and I) under my wagon.
Granddad, pointing to the ominous dripping from my transmission.
She's a lady, though.

I love my Volvo.
No, actually.
I love her.
Today I cleaned her, and also was shown her "leaks".
She reminds me of the "unclean" ladies in the bible with their, uhm, issues.
I love her, regardless.
I painted her license plate frames.
"John 3:8", my favorite verse,
with a dandelion blown by the wind.

Rocky Horror Picture Show tonight; why are people telling me to bring toast?
Article deadline today...
Got a haircut!
Need a job.

I am a rose.

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