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Update in B Minor - 11 July 2003 . 01:48 I'm sitting on the floor of my livingroom watching "ShopAtHome"; a program I've surmised to be a cracked out version of the Home Shopping Network. These people are scary! I used to wonder how people could watch this stuff but now I think it must have something to do with subliminal messaging because try as I might I can't muster the power to fight their evil ploy and seize the remote. Instead I sit here half-updating, half-watching, wondering who the heck buys this K-Mart reject crap. My cousin set me up a few weeks ago with her boyfriend's best friend. I thought she was doing me a favor, I even thanked her, but it turns out this was no favor. He's younger (and in this instance, 4 years is a huge difference in maturity levels) and I felt a tad like Mrs. Robinson at first. Ya know, like Mrs. Robinson without the sex. So, we've been out twice. I came home from work the day after our first date and the boy's car was in my driveway. Mind you, all I wanted to do was come in the house and crash after working a 12 hour shift babysitting a bunch of mental midgits. I didn't want to be rude so I invited him in, thinking if I yawned enough he'd get the hint and politely exit stage left. Damn my Southern hospitality... Not only did he not get the hint, he kept me up until 1:30 that afternoon knowing full well I had to work again that night. Did I mention that when he got out of his car he handed me a teddy bear with two of those Mylar "I Love You" balloons? Yeah. I mean, I'm good and all but that was borderline scary. My cousin called me a few days later saying I was all he could talk about and he was so happy he met me and, get this, I was the one. The one? The one to what? Join the witness protection program even if it meant a new life in the Amish Country so long as I could dodge his now-nearly-stalking behavior? Yep, that'd be me. Now, here's the dilemma. Normally I have no problem telling a man to take a long walk off a short pier but I can't seem to say "Um, go away..." Not that I'm interested mind you I just can't find a way to get through to him. I've stopped talking to him every time he calls (which is at least twice a day). I've gone days without calling him and yet he keeps calling me, undeterred by my "go away" tactics. I've even told him quite clearly that I want to take things at a snail's pace or slower. Still he lingers... Whoa, holy epic entries, Batman. Here I am blathering on about "Boy Wonder" when there's actually noteworthy material on which to update. Ahem. After our little beach trip, my uncle took me car shopping. I've never owned a new car. The newest car I've ever owned is the 89 Mustang I currently own, which I bought used in 97. One of my desires is to own a new(er) Mustang GT convertible. So the uncle drove us around Fayetteville (the city of great traffic intimidation, the city which I avoid like the plague) and I found my dream car. 2002 Mustang GT convertible. Black on black leather, pony seats, pony rims, Mach 460 sound system with AM/FM/Cassette and CD, 5 speed manual transmission and the balance of the original 3 year, 36K mile factory warranty. ....Drool.... I get out of the uncle's car and walk toward this fine example of manufacturing greatness and the salesman descends upon me like a man shot from a cannon. I swear to you I had been standing by the car for no more than one tenth of a second before the guy burst through the door and sprinted across the lot. So he unlocks the door, I get behind the wheel, crank it up and it was a feeling I literally can not put into words. The salesman pried me from the car and ran a credit report. I cringed because I do not have good credit. As an 18/19 year old, I was extremely irresponsible with my credit. I have been diligently working to pay off all outstanding balances though and figured I had about 2-3K left. Not so. My credit report showed I am only $500 away from debt-free status. The salesman told me to pay it off and come back in October/November when the clearance sales are on to get the best price. So this little desire, this dream of mine, that once seemed completely unattainable, is a few short months away. Whew. Now I've got a ton of housework awaiting me and instead of hiding out at Diaryland in a pathetic attempt to avoid it, I must hie up and tackle it. Thanks to Sir Z and Danae for the guestbook entries and for letting me know how to use bold, italic, and underline in entries... Sir Z: I've tried twice to sign your guestbook but I've been unable...not sure why since Liz signed them and we're using the same computer...sigh...be strong and I'm working on the whole slackness-regarding-returning-email thing....
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