and I drive the speed limit (well... most of the time).
Spike's Bitches 37: You take the killing for granted.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Probably not as much as ND drives... but... now you know why I wanted a hybrid!
ND drives a lot, but spreads it out over multiple cars.
Or, has been able to do so for several years now, anway. I suspect the cars he had when he was younger got a lot more miles put on them in bulk, but he was also driving to Washington and back during that time.
I make up for you guys. I think it ( Now) takes me 8 or 9 months to drive 3000 miles.
Sean, Drew easily averages over 20,000 miles a year in the Escape, but yeah--he does tend to switch into a new car every couple of years. I put about 17,000/year on my Prius and plan to drive it until it falls apart.
ION, I have an awesome idea for the blog I'm writing for Victor's online literary magazine and have done all of the research I needed to do to prepare...and now I have to actually write it. Must. Focus. It was due last night. Did I mention that?
you are writing in the wrong place, Missy. - go do your fun work!
I put a lot of miles on my old car, when I was driving 50+ miles round trip to work. But when I moved, I bought a new car, and put many fewer miles on it. And now, in my new place where I'm probably going to take the bus? Even fewer miles!
So, I probably shouldn't sing the word to the tune of "Unforgettable," then. Okay. Good to know.
Oh, god, now it's in my HEAD like that!
I feel awful. Something I ate for lunch really disagreed with me. Not sure how much writing I'm going to finish tonight.
Omnis has definitely carted my ass around more than his fair share.
The flamenco show was great but the seating was horrible and we ended up leaving at the break because you just can't watch 1/2 a flamenca at a time.
edit: Did you try taking anything for your tummy, KT?
Hi Laga. Sorry to hear about the flamenco night.
Yes, I took something. Now I'm eating Saltines. I feel lousy still, but not as nauseated as before. I think I may go to bed really early, though.
I wish I could just hop over with some gingerale. damn teleport
I'm glad I went to the flamnco thing, it was just frustrating not being able to see. Plus the barista didn't know how to make a french soda. Meg pointed out how lucky we were to work at a Spanish restaurant that had flamenco on Friday and Saturday nights. At the time we'd say things like, "I wish she'd get out of my section, I have a paella to serve!" Now I really miss her. Tonight's guitarist was incredible, though. I have never heard a spanish guitarist I enjoyed as much, not even Segovia.