Finally, a subject that's clearly appropriate for what's actually on my mind.

Hondas.

The girls I seem to have an interest in lately are driving Hondas. I'm sure there's no hidden meaning behind it, except for the obvious fact that the damn things (like Toyotas) run forever. I might even end up with one, if I'm desperate enough. (I fear their desirability among thieves, with experience to back it up.)

Of course, trying to date anyone without as a car is a foolish proposition at best, so I imagine it's a good thing I *finally* put in my application down at the other local Blockbuster. The store is a much bigger one than my previous employ, but after nearly 3 months of being broke, I'm ready to bust my ass. After trying to call those poor bastards on a Saturday night, I know how hideous it gets over there. Fuck it. I'm sick of being broke, I'm sick of going to bed at sunrise and sleeping until sunset.

So, yeah, hopefully my ass'll get hired. If not, I'll put the other one down at the El Capitan.

And regardless, I'm buying a goddamned car.