Anyway, we took Sylvia in because we were seeing some of the same pre-new-fuel-filter symptoms, and they discovered the problem was how the throttle was adjusted, so they readjusted it free of charge. I laughed --"Tolja so!" at Ben, 'cause he didn't like them at first. The mechanic is a woman, which I just think is so freaking awesome! partly 'cause that isn't a socially acceptable career for a woman and she's doing it anyway, and partly 'cause I kinda want to do the same thing (but only kinda 'cause it's not creative enough for me). And I just plain like her spirit; she's very honest and NOT condescending to me like most mechanics I've met. So we'll be going there again. (Kennesaw Tire Company, if you were curious)
And then we realized that we need gas money and I had to go borrow from Paula and Spencer -- ugh. He gave me 600 fucking dollars recently, and I go asking for more money -- we've been sooooooo irresponsible lately, eating out way too much... we've also had to buy car stuff but still -- I'm pretty convinced he was a little disappointed in me, 'cause he knows I go to Starbucks a lot... man I have been so bad lately. I need to go back to buying a set amount on the Starbucks card every month. And then when he left the room Paula told me, "That's not a loan" -- while watching to be sure Spencer was out of the room. *covers face in embarrassment* But I'm definitely paying it back, 'cause you just don't go asking for a loan and then not pay it back, regardless of what they say.
I am just such a physical touch person. I realized that when I went to jedibubbles' house tonight and randomly hugged her like seven times -- and that was me greatly restraining myself! (she's my favorite girl right now) I didn't realize 'til afterwards that might be sensory overload for her -- not everyone is a touch sponge like me. I was just so happy to see her, and so aware that she was going to be out of physical touch range for a good while (she's going to FL for the semester. *pout*). I'm gonna miss her! But we'll stay in touch this time or I'll fly down there, dammit!
I've always wanted a friend that I could hold hands with, but the only one I was close enough to do that with hated physical touch, except violence. (not terrible violence, just minor limb bruises -- 'playful' wrestling) And nowdays there's always the "avoiding looking homosexual" thing. And Ben -- well -- he's not much for PDA. I want to have sex by the highway -- he wants to close the blinds on the windows that face the backyard. (I'm workin' on him though...)