It's the engine block. Car is useless.
I'm scrambling now to find boxes to put all the car crap into them, and make the 2:15 bus out of Bakersfield to SF. (The last bus.)
Box-ma please.
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It's the engine block. Car is useless.
I'm scrambling now to find boxes to put all the car crap into them, and make the 2:15 bus out of Bakersfield to SF. (The last bus.)
Box-ma please.
It's the engine block. Car is useless.
Fuck. I'm sorry. Much box-ma for you now and car-ma for the future.
Oh David, what a hideous experience. I have no remedy to offer, but I'm sending all hopes that a good alterative appears.
H was 23, I was 20. We probably should have divorced at least twice from then to now, and would have had we both not been stubbornly, some would say self-destructively or non-self-supportively, committed. But we were and we are, and it has been horrible and glorious and he's the best possible friend I could ever have, the most infuriating companion, the dearest and most compassionate. It works. We work.
Sorry, David. Good luck getting to SF.
Maybe ask at the hotel or bar for even garbage bags?
David - that's just crappy. Lots of bus and packing~ma to you.
Two completely unrelated things to say:
One, that truly sucks, Hec. I'm sending box-ma, but I think a bit of new car-ma would be useful.
Two, I love the way you see your life, Beverly. I hope one day to be as wise as you.
Sorry, Hec. I hope you find a workable solution.
I'm sorry David.
Sorry, Hec. I hope things take a turn.