the insurance guy dealing with my car just called and said that the estimate has now been changed from $4000 to $6000. and counting.
in other news, some hobo hooker memed me.
which is good, because really, i got nothing. my brain is FRIED.
it's a five weird habits thing.
one: i am obsessed with tweezers. i have like seven pairs. i carry them with me everywhere. everywhere. just in case. if i discover a stray hair it must be plucked immediately or i will play with it all day, pulling it, scraping it, trying to yank it out with my fingers. and sometimes teeth.
two: i like to dip my burgers and sandwiches in ketchup instead of putting the condiment right on. it's a generally accepted fact that i use far too much ketchup.
three: i make up harmonies to songs while singing in my car and imagine singing them as duets. this is my version of a fake oscar speech.
four: i have my septum pierced and i clean it twice daily with either alcohol, peroxide, or dial. because i am afraid of it starting to smell. because it's in my nose and how awful would that be?
five: this week, being home from work, i have been watching judging amy with the zeal usually reserved for my consumption of crack cocaine. that tyne daly. i love her.