So the brand new sewing machine my mother bought me randomly decides it will only sew in reverse and then just as randomly changes its mind. Oh, and it also changes stitch sizes every two inches. Which is clearly fucked. And now, the battery charger for my brand new weed eating grasshog decided to stop working after charging a single battery once. What the hell is going on in Chinese factories? I mean, I knew about the toothpaste, the tainted clams, and the lead paint, but those were just poisoned products, not non-functioning ones. This impacts ME and it sucks. Royally. I just discovered that I actually kind of LIKE this particular form of yard work and now it's barred to me until I drive 200 miles to exchange this broken machine.
I guess, if I felt like putting a positive spin on things, I'd say yay, I have an excuse to go down to Boise next week. But it's now summer, and really really pretty, and I don't WANT to spend the $40+ in gas and one of my days off to exchange a grasshog. Even if I do throw in a trip to Anthropologie and a movie theater. Damn.
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I was on track - for a degree or a career or a healthy retirement fund - for my first 29 years. I decided to see what a year off track feels like. Starting December 23, 2006, this is where you can find updates on the no doubt boring adventures of Corina derailed.
About Me
- Corina
- The header says alot, but I'm a 30-year-old lawyer turned dropout who really really loves to be places other than home, wherever that happens to be at the moment. I believe rainy days are a personal affront and take umbrage when the sun is behind clouds. I love summer with an unholy passion. I watch insane amounts of television (or did until I gave up, temporarily I hope, television reception), and have given up feeling bad about it. Most of the time.
1 comment:
well, if you believe in that sort of thing, you could blame the malfunctions on the fact that mercury is in retrograde and try again after tomorrow...
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