Last week, the air conditioner in my car decided we were done. One minute, I'm leaving Columbia, commuting home, blaring Biggie (cause you know I get gangsta when Sadie's not in the car..) with the cool A/C keeping it temperate, next minute, it's blowing hot air and I've gotta roll down the windows, and turn my music way down to avoid getting the judgy side-eye from the suburban Columbians.
SIGH.
I really, really hate...
Monday, July 30, 2012
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