Drumlines, Nemeses, Starters

I just learned a valuable lesson: If you go to Auto Zone in really tight pants, you get to go to the front of the line. Note to self. If any of you guys are gonna try this, I insist on being there. I mean, it was my idea.

Define weird: Last night, after my day of Buffy and little else, I stayed up until 8:20 a.m. talking to the arch nemesis online. I also talked to Cadence until 7:42. Yeah, that Cadence, from blogs of yore. It was nice. We hadn't talked in a while. It's fun to compare fucked-up lives. I think I won.

My dad is going to buy my starter in Hendersonville, and then they're going to transfer it to the Murfreesboro store so I can pick it up tonight. Wow. What a roundabout thing to do. Even more proof I'm broke.

The better news: When I bring the old starter back, I get cash! Cash for my broke ass! This is good news indeed. I give them a starter that doesn't work, and they give me $35. And it's totally legal!

I'm going to get a kitten. I'm very excited about this. I can't wait! I'm not sure exactly when I'll get it, but I'm nonetheless thrilled about the venture. I dig cats. And kittens are just supercute cats.

I finished my insurance final and project, and now my semester has come to a screeching halt. What a nice feeling. If I weren't so poor, I'd celebrate with a drink or two or never. Alas, that will have to wait.

The Tina let me take her car on my starter excursion. It felt good to drive. Her brakes rock, too. I just have to think about stopping, and the car ceases to move.

Erica was supposed to come see me at work Saturday night, but she diddn't. I'll forgive her just this once.

And now, the song of the day: "Empty Garden" by Elton John. And, yes, it's about the Beatle. Weird that I pick that for the song of the day, because I'm not too big on the Beatles, but I dig the song.

What happened here
As the New York sunset disappeared
I found an empty garden among the flagstones there
Who lived here
He must have been a gardener that cared a lot
Who weeded out the tears and grew a good crop
And now it all looks strange
It’s funny how one insect can damage so much grain

And what’s it for
This little empty garden by the brownstone door
And in the cracks along the sidewalk nothing grows no more
Who lived here
He must have been a gardener that cared a lot
Who weeded out the tears and grew a good crop
And we are so amazed we’re crippled and we’re dazed
A gardener like that one no one can replace

And I’ve been knocking but no one answers
And I’ve been knocking most all the day
Oh and I’ve been calling oh hey hey Johnny
Can’t you come out to play

And through their tears
Some say he farmed his best in younger years
But he’d have said that roots grow stronger if only he could hear
Who lived there
He must have been a gardener that cared a lot
Who weeded out the tears and grew a good crop
Now we pray for rain, and with every drop that falls
We hear, we hear your name

And I’ve been knocking but no one answers
And I’ve been knocking most all the day
Oh and I’ve been calling oh hey hey Johnny
Can’t you come out to play

Johnny can’t you come out to play in your empty garden