That's my new baby -- a Strato Blue, 2006 Mazda 3s Touring Sedan. Five-speed manual transmission, 160hp 2.3L engine. Power windows/door locks, 6 speaker AM/FM/CD stereo system with Sirius Satellite Radio hookup. And a whole list of other features I could rattle off at you, but really, when it comes down to it, it's a sexy beast, ain't it?I love it.It's my first brand new car, so naturally I've been a freak about it. Driving everywhere just for the sake of driving, showing it off to anyone who will look. I've been to the gas station twice and each time I've gotten out to pump fuel I've strutted proudly around the vehicle, chest puffed out, a swagger in my step, as if to say, "that's right -- the car is MINE!" I never thought I could get so much joy out of owning a new vehicle before. Full story...
This past weekend Nick and I moved house.My dad owns the house next door to him, and my ex-sister-in-law moved out at the beginning of August.
I posted this elsewhere back in mid-June 2006 but it is still poignant to me and bears posting again here.
Well HELLS BELLS, I'm back.After much poking and prodding, I'll try to be more frequent than eight months between entries.
Wow, I hadn't realized it's been so long since I last updated this page. With the holidays being so crazy and now work having me in major overtime overdrive, it completely slipped my mind.
My mom has always been a freak for being thin, and as such, has been on every diet known to man. She's doing quite well with Weight Watchers lately, and I'm glad she's on that because it forces her to eat three meals a day, something she's never done.
Back at the end of the summer I went job hunting to work in NYC once again, and to make more money. My job at the time was completely fine -- working for my mom's company gave me much latitude as far as what I did on a daily basis.
So last Thursday my sister Maria calls me and invites me to the movies to see Jarhead with her and her boyfriend.
My brother may be making a big mistake.I love him to death, but sometimes I just want to beat him to death.
You had a really bad day at work. Hell, the entire week was utter crap. You worked 9-10 hour days five days straight, getting home after 8pm each night.
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