impulse red!

I've been working at my father's office for a couple of weeks doing receptionist type duties and filing charts and coding EKGs and whatnot. Pretty dull stuff, but I'm paid. I'm filling in for Puppy Love while she's out catching her alohas and waves in search of her Hawaiian hunk. However I think the only Hawaiian hunk she's going to find is a hunk of pineapple. Plus I'm not sure she wants to leave her dogs.

On the twelfth, I finally got my own spanking brand new Toyota Corolla. It's red, naturally. I think I made one of the salesmen uncomfortable by staring at the fascinating hair plug transplant on top of his balding head. Mom made the sales people uncomfortable by demanding an additional reduction of 1000 dollars, and demanding a rider written on saying that we get our deposit back if for example the car sounds funny or is damaged. We pick it up next week, but I need to be happier, cause feeling entitled really sucks. Nonetheless, I'm happy I don't have to share the car with anyone. (dances around like an idiot... Yay!)

On Friday the thirteenth, I went to quiet my nagging intuition. I honestly think I'll have to put this moment in fiction someday. (starts humming "You've lost that loving feeling")

Yesterday, I worked on apps, slowly, and went to dinner with my parents where my father had yet another idea for my mother as a restaurant entrepeneur, and my mother vehemently turned it down as too much work. As usual, she commented on the typical rajastani mughal painting decor.