oh, and also:

For the first time in my life, I met a person who has the same view of the printed word as I do. Or rather, the aesthetics of the written word and how certain words are more fun/interesting/beautiful to write.

At the time of this writing, I have , seperately, no less then five words tattooed on my body. Four of them in two different languages. There's four more words worked into in my Alice's Ruin tattoo. And I ultimately plan on having even more in various other places.

It was nice to meet someone else who thought like this. I knew there were other people out there, I had just never (knowingly) met one before.

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So, yeah.

I'm really rather irritated right now. My car, the Black Beast of Calcutta, has recently decided that it's a grand game to just randomly lock its doors. It doesn't matter if the car is on, off, driving, whathaveyou. And once the locks are locked, it continually tries to engage them. So it clicks. This is fabulous, especially since I can't unlock the car from the driver's side and must unlock the passenger door, lean over, unlock the other door, walk around, and get in. Now, it locks itself by the time I walk back around. So, I have to slide across the seat. Which, in over 90 degree weather with leather seats, is a PARTY. Especially when I'm not wearing stockings.

Saturday night, as I was driving to Philadelphia, it also decided to turn on the heat for no reason.

Lovely, yes?

But, there's more.

Since it's randomly firing the door locks, regardless of whether the car is running or not, it's draining my battery. Or so I learned this morning when I left for work and my car wouldn't start.

Wouldn't start? It wouldn't even turn on.

I turn the key. Nothing. I turn it again. Nothing. I shout profanity at it. Nothing. I threaten it. Nothing. I plead with it. Nothing. I show it photographs of fluffy kittens and fruit baskets. Nothing.

My brother told me to pull the automatic lock fuse, but after prying off the fuse box cover and wriggling underneath the dashboard (very attractive and so easy to do when one is wearing a skirt and platforms), I can't find the proper fuse to pull. And all the while, my battery is being sucked dry.

I'll most likely have to buy a new battery, which will be a ton of fun to put in. Not to mention finding someone to put the damn thing in, since my car repairing days are OVER, my friend (that and I've never replaced a battery before).

So, I was 45 minutes late for work, covered in car gunk, and driving my mother's Malibu (which has been flashing its CHECK ENGINE light at me for longer then I care to say, this should be taken care of this week).

For those of you keeping score at home:

Cadillac - 210
Tara - 0