My god, Texas is huge. I, The Fabulous Mz Berlin,  have had enough Texas, thankyouverymuch. I have to go back later this year and I’m dreading it.
We broke down on the way out. My car had a seizure. The air conditioner stopped working. We pulled over. We got gas. I turned the car on and it had another seizure. A loud one. Then it died. Then I got quiet, smoked a cigarette, called my L.A. mechanic and told him I was broke the fuck down in Odessa Mother Fucking Texas and that if my car did not miraculously start at that moment that he was going to come get me.
Of course the car started right up and drove fine, minus the A/C.
The car is going in tomorrow. I am tired of getting it fixed, even though it’s for free. This happened with the Miata, too. They were always fixing it for free. I just want it to work. I do not want to fix the same things.
Applying for college this year. Looking at Humbolt State University. Hippies and such. A bit too much rain for me, but TMS likes the rain, and Arcata has anti-dog legislation and has voted to impeach Bush twice! My kind of town. And I’m still close enough to SF to jet around and get nekkid.
All is well in Louisana. Everyone and every thing just keeps on keepin’ on. It’s a war zone.
In More Surreal Shit That Seems To Make Up My Existance, my grandmother is part of a lawsuit that is suing the government over military deaths involving Area 51.
K. T. will be over in a bit. She’s bringing coffee. From the amount of laundry I have and the influx of reading material my work is cut out for me.
L8TR