Hey Bitches?

How come we don't go on a super-fantastic photographic expedition within Saint John? How come?

Go to Flickr.com. Check out the Saint John pool. You won't be sorry. Bitches are getting amazing shots right here in the city.

Those fucking bitches should be us.

Hey Bitches.

Guess what? I'm thinking of trying blue cheese again. For reals. I think I might like it.

If I ever get some extra money(ha ha ha!), I'm gonna find myself a really high rated recipe that calls for blue cheese and it's gonna be fucking awesome.

Ahhh!!!

AAAHHH!!!!

AAAARGHHHHH!!!!!

Hey Bitches!

Today is part three of four in the Voltron: How Could This Happen!!?? drama.  As much as I'm struggling with what's going on, I know I can stay strong.  It's almost over.

I dropped Voltron off at the dealership today.  She's having her brake pads and roters replaced.  I took the shuttle home and now I have to somehow get to work or get back to pick Voltron up, if she's done by 12:30.

This photo of Voltron at the nature park helps me remember all our good times together.

Hey Bitches.

Two pork tongues at Superstore for $1.78!

I'm going for it.

Hey, Bitches.

No photo today as I'm blogging from work.

Did you hear about Voltron? Voltron, my three-year-old car, failed inspection. I know.

The roters rusted to the point where they wore grooves into the brake pads, so the front roters and brake pads need to be replaced. Fucking sucks, Bitches!

That's three twenty plus tax I could put toward my mac. Although it's a good thing I have been saving up for the mac because at least I have money. If I wasn't saving up I don't know if I'd be able to even get Voltron fixed, man. Where would I be w/out my car?

The worst part is the giant orange rejection sticker. Sigh.

UPDATED WITH A PHOTO, BITCHES!