I was born in 1970, year of the dog, and my element is metal. This is a fire dog year.
This is a new garage that I received a flyer for back in 2005 and I never got around to following up on it. My old garage does foreign cars but they didn't know too much about Volkswagens since the realm of their experience is with Japanese cars.
The head gasket is leaking and its burning coolant. Any coolant which isn't burned gets into the oil. Ever since I got the car, I know that it doesn't have much in the way of accelleration but I just chalked that up to it being a four cylinder. Also since the car has 53k miles and scheduled maintenance is due at 60k I'm going to get the timing belt changed out to avoid unpleasantness and when the 60k scheduled maintenance comes around I won't have to spend a lot.
I'm grateful that I can afford this and I hope it does give my car a longer life expectancy.
Just surprised that Team Volkswagen and my old garage didn't notice it earlier. Hm, reckon I'll contact the new garage and see if they have a pigs tail for my driver side headlight. It only works on highbeam and I'm stuck with stupid daytime running lights. Each time I try to dick around and disable them it doesn't stick.
As most of you are aware our Downtown Residential Community is very unique. We service most of the Colorado College housing needs for students as well staff and other working professionals in our community. This time of year we receive a high volume of calls for housing. We are in the process of composing a list of available properties for the 2006-2007 school schedule. Our goal is to provide an accurate listing for our prospective residents so that we may accomodate their housing needs with ease.
At this time we are requesting your assistance. If you intend to remain in your home for the 2006-2007 school year please notify our office in writing on or before February 10th, 2006. Please keep in mind that your current rental rate may or may not increase at the time of renewal. If we receive notice of intent to renew we will coordinate a lease renewal signing with you. If you intend to vacate please notify our office in writing on or before February 10th, 2006. Enclosed you will find a Letter of Intent form and a Notice To Vacate form for your convenience. Please check the box of your choice and return it to the office.
** If we do not receive your Letter of Intent by February 10th we will be pre-leasing your apartment home and you will be expected to vacate on your lease end date. **
All bolded emphasis is theirs.
What's really infuriating about this letter is that I have never received a letter like this once during my four and a half year residency in this little apartment. Usually in May I'll get a copy of the lease and these forms to sign, date and drop off at the office. Thirty minutes after I read this, I went to see Olympics Guy and he says that he got one too. I mentioned I was going to the office on Friday but he advised me against it so not to stir the pot. When the owners of the house come around, he'll speak with them and see what's going on.
So what's the problem? This comes across as "You're no longer welcome". It's really fucking insulting. I've been a model tenant.
"But spivak, that's crazy talk. You always think you're the center of the universe." says you, gentle reader.
That's why I went next door and asked if anyone there had received such a letter. None of them had and were clueless. Nota bene, the house next door is managed by the same company and is owned by the same folks who own this house.
I'm dead certain that they're singling us out.
"So what's the problem? You're out of there in June." The way they're talking about pre-leasing and shilling this apartment puts me on edge. I don't want people tromping through the apartment without my knowledge especially with my first bicycle being stolen, my current bicycle being vandalized and raddidge's driver side window being bashed in by some college punks. Moreso, I don't want Spot to get loose again nor do I want her endangered by people who consider animals to be a really keen but imminently disposable toy.
Here's hoping that I find an apartment in February or March and I can start packing everything up to get out in June. Once Olympics Guy hears from the owners, I'll contact the rental office for the date when my lease is up. Also ensure that there aren't any strangers coming through the place.
Unfortunately, at this time, I can not think of anything positive regarding that letter.
I was driving around and noticing that gas prices weren't differentiated by ten cents. Regular was above two dollars a gallon, mid-grade was four dollars and change a gallon and premium was six dollars and fifty cents a gallon.
Each block further, I noticed that the gas prices were steadily rising until everything was six to eight dollars a gallon and yet people were still dutifully filling the tanks on their tanks. How the hell were they affording to drive SUVs in this kind of crisis which would outstrip any inflation from the seventies or eighties?
Becoming more frantic I was still driving like an idiot instead of walking and conserving fuel. At one or two stations, I thought I saw the fuel prices returning to normal but seconds later they had spiked again to their outrageous levels.
That's when I woke up the first time. Spot jumped down from the ledge and came over to inspect me. Reckon she might've noticed something was wrong. I lay in the dark trying to calm down and remind myself it was a dream and only a dream. Soon I was back asleep.
It just didn't fucking stop and I became more terrified at the situation which only made it all the more real to me.
Eventually I forced myself awake. I picked up my GBA and played Minish Cap until I fell asleep again.
This time my subconscious was a bit kinder to me. The new dream involved me wishing for a house shaped like Noah's ark. radddige was on one of the lower decks and she was thinner than in waking life. She was wearing a cut up t-shirt which would've left nothing to the imagination if it wasn't for the white and red bumper sticker that she stuck to her big tits. We walked around, explored the house and settled down to watch TV on this large, semicircle couch in front of an enormous flat screen TV. It didn't work or we didn't know how to work it but we sat there anyway and found other things to do.
For those of you who are sensitive to fuel prices and similar subjects, please read this article about "Why the Sky isn't Falling".
