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My car died Friday. I needed a new battery. My girlfriend pouring coke all over it in my office parking lot was quite a sight to see. "It's corroded!" she kept repeating. No luck. It finally got jumped by a police officer, and I drove nervously to the dealership in Friday afternoon traffic. I told him that the brakes were also squeaking and about the broken CD player. The new battery and new front brake pads cost $326. And because unlike myself and my brother the dealership people can actually do math, they figured out that my CD player is not, in fact, covered by my warranty, because I bought my car 3.5 years ago, not 2.5 years ago. Damn it to hell! The guy said it would cost $600 for the dealership to replace it and that instead I should mosey on over to Circuit City. My former roommate slept over on Friday night. We ordered Thai take-out and rented Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. God knows that I love the books, but I fell asleep during this movie. It was just too long. And I can't get over my dislike for the actor who plays Harry. He's awful. AWFUL. I guess I should give the movie another chance, but I have to say it didn't do it for me. Now. As for Holes. I read an article yesterday about how the actor who plays Stanley Yelnats is skinny as a rail. What, excuse me, the fuck were they thinking? I can't even decide if I'm going to see it. It might traumatize me. Zero didn't even look black in the trailer I watched online, and I'm hoping the color on my monitor was playing tricks on me. If Stanley isn't chubby and Zero isn't black, then I have no use for this movie. It's bad enough that I read that Walk Two Moons is going to star Neve Campbell and Sarah Michelle Gellar. I think that Melissa and Lisa and I had simultaneous heart attacks over that news. I can't really remember what I did on Saturday. Oh, yes. Two of my girlfriends picked me up and we went to a few garage sales where they both looked for baby stuff, both of them being new moms. I bought a vintage, handpainted wooden purse from Godchaux's for $12 and I LOVE IT. They took me to get my car, and I went to a cookout with my old friend and just enjoyed sitting out in the sun. I drank two beers and then went to get a massage with a gift certificate I gave a person who shall not be named last Christmas. Out of the blue, the massage therapist encouraged me to take bellydancing, which was really weird, because my former roommate's friend is teaching it and she's been trying to get me to take with her. Maybe it's a sign that I should. The mere sight of myself in the mirror trying to bellydance might cause such deep guffawing that it would be automatic therapy. Plus, I've noticed myself slouching lately. It's hard to hold your shoulders back when you're sad and worry that everyone notices. The massage therapist lectured me about stretching out one of my hips and also my right forearm. It's funny, because I always used to grab that hip during certain activities that shall not be named and holler, "Sciatica!" and have to stretch it out and a person who shall not be named and I would always laugh about it. I did not share that with the massage therapist but it did make me a little sad. She is such an earth mother and I wish I could afford to go every week. I then went to see a couple of out of town friends at a parental crawfish boil and ate some leftover super spicy carrots and potatoes (they were all out of crawfish) and brownies. It was nice to see them. I guess I'll see them again at the reunion in June. Saturday night, my old roommate and I watched a Girls Behaving Badly special and for some reason found it hilarious. Daisy could not get enough of her lap. (We lived together when I got Daisy, and it's so funny to see how Daisy obviously remembers her.)  Sunday morning I went to Super Walmart and somehow spent $93. I cut my front lawn and brought Zuko to a softball game at a park and just sat in a lawn chair and drank half of a large lemon slush from Sonic (Zuko drank the other half) while my old friend and his friends from his favorite bar drank keg beer and yelled at each other for striking out and balls kept flying over and leaving dents in the hoods of people's cars. There were lots of dogs and puppies there and Zuko had a great time. Even though I don't ever have much to say to anyone these days at these gatherings, I'm grateful to my old friend who keeps inviting me. His friends are nice, and it's always wonderful to sit in the sun in the spring and just enjoy the fresh air. I finished a book last night, The Secret Life of Bees. I loved it. I wanted to underline all the way through it but it's not my copy so I had to resist the urge. I might still go through it and copy some passages. It was very well-written and brought me a lot of solace. I highly, highly recommend this book. I thought it was beautiful. Here are just a few parts that I loved. (Non-spoilery.) ~ ~ ~ ~ Oh, my God. I think I just officially signed up for bellydancing class. I am practically doubled over with laughter at the thought.
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