Bwoah shit. So I picked up my car the other day from the shop. Looked like a million bucks (or 7000), but it ran like shit. Turns out the Valve cover gasket finally went and it was leaking oil on to my plugs. Can’t have that, so Mike and I changed the wires and plugs and the gasket after work. Dude, I’d be hopeless without Mike when it comes to this car.

In other news, uhh, I dunno. I really dig that one chick a lot, but I think I’m super locked in friend zone what with that whole boyfriend thing. That is such a fucking shitty feeling. Like, if a girl is like, “well, I’ll only go to the party if you go with me” and she means it in a strictly platonic way, it is sooooo goddamn painful.

I really needa take advantage of the slowness of August to do a life view. Like, seriously look at myself and where I’m at and what I’m doing. This friend zone shit with this girl really seems to apply to my life in general, figuratively speaking. It’s like, I’m happy being with this girl as just someone to talk to and hang with and stuff. Really, that’s all good. I like hearing her problems, laughing and joking with her, or just sitting around spacing out with her, but it sucks knowing it’s not making any more progress than that.

I feel like that’s kinda like my job. I make maybe ~24k a year which is far from ideal, or great, but you know, it gets me by. It pays for my toys, it pays for my place, it pays for my car, but it’s not enough for me. My parents’ income combined is like 7 times that and I have it in my head that I wanna be a home owner, drive an Aston Martin, hobnob with hipster faggots and play with cameras all day.

I think there’s a lot of ungratefulness and ambition going on here.

Not to end on a gray note, here’s a picture of a puppy. D’awwwww.