It's kinda like legos, getting your dash apart. If you have trim prying tools and a good screwdriver you're pretty much good.
I have a 2001 rn and the only reason I haven't swapped it out is because I can't find one that has everything I want. I really miss Bluetooth audio.
Trapped under cat. Send help.
Lean over and whisper in his ear, "everyone hates you."
Something that would just..utterly fuck his brain for a while. If there was something that would motivate him into an Ebenezer scrooge character arc, I'd be so down.
If I had stealth techniques available to me, i would consider it.
Cigna dropped my medicine coverage. I had to to drop two name brands simultaneously to generic else i would be out 4k every 30 days.
The switch was not pretty.
Like, mental breakdown, life changing, never-will-be-the-same not pretty.
That was..8 years ago. I imagine if it was something maintaining my physical health I certainly would have died. I mean, shit, I nearly did.
Don't get me started on the arm i broke as a kid, that didn't heal correctly because a narcissist parent(RN) wanted to skip the er wait and had hospital buddies patch me up on the dl instead. A bionic arm sounds more feasible than actually getting it to where I could play strings again without pain.
Wait.
Like the front?
I have exactly 1 pair of "leggings" and now like 3 pairs of estimated long johns. The former is for exercise, the latter is for warmth but both are equally excellent for general movement.
If you want less crease I'm imagining.. possibly stiffer material.
This hurt me because my eyeballs glossed over it like wtf and my brain was like, oh, yeah, I'm in this picture and I don't like it.
I'm so sorry, I lol'd. One of our cats howls us awake anywhere between 4:30-8am, every fucking morning, if it's any consolation.
Note #1: I named my dl folder Tarantino-bag-of-dicks
Note #2: Jackie brown dvd is niiiice.
For context, kill bill came out when I was in high school and I kinda loved the obnoxious jugular squirt he become known for +badass boss lady cast. Jackie brown is just that fucking good.
My boss checks in on me occasionally with directness, and did so the other day:
"viva, how's it going?"
"I want to fight Bill Gates."
This is understood to mean, "windows is fucked. My computer is fucked. All of this massive, utterly brutal buttfucking inconvenience could have been avoided at some point, and now isn't, because [our company] bought so hard into Microsoft's "business solutions" that there's no turning back, and because of the nuances of the problems you've asked me to solve, I am facing said brutal buttfucking inconvenience, and I'm mad about it."
I think I love you. I feel like this would be exactly what would happen if I were in your situation.
We're renting a house, because, well, reasons. We are looking, and it would be our first home, but the market and availability is bonkers here.
The tankless heater was manufactured before the house was even built and the gas lines are not large enough to accommodate to scale. If the bath's running, pressure is shot. You'll only get reasonably hot water one faucet/utility at a time. If you're in the shower and another tap is called, you're fucked. It's horrendous.
Landlord got a quote about it (squirrel fan when we moved in screamed to hell so they called in service) and they'd have to run larger pipes when the time comes to replace it with new tankless.
The furnace did have a humidistat but the lines are gross and it's some kind of broken. They recommended not replacing till the whole furnace goes too. Fun times right?
The list goes on but it's not my circus, so i restrain myself to small tasks. At least our neighbors are cool. HOA blows though.
This is Boo. Boo is a howler.
Was scrubbing gunk off the oem rims yesterday when UPS rolled up with our new steelies. Did a fitment test and finally got the damn winter tires ordered this morning.
I did that and got a jcob. It feels great at a very specific angle but i guess i haven't perfected it yet, or a childhood injury to my left arm just means I'm gonna be uncomfortable leaning on my handlebars.