I finally got my headlights. Though I have enjoyed being absolved of all nightly driving duties the irresponsibility aspect has begun taking its toll. Not that I have needed my car at night for personal use. Go to the Plymouth MA area and you'll see what I am talking about. But my little cousins have basketball games to get to, and I don't mind helping them considering they are some of the only decent kids I know. And I'm not just saying that because they're family. They're great kids. So.
My headlights are here, sitting in the kitchen, mocking me. I thought changing headlights = easy. I have changed headlights before. Many times. I went out into the frigid weather with every intention of changing them. I began unscrewing screws and then I couldn't figure out how to get to two of them. My brain kept saying, "You seriously have to remove the front of the car to get to them?" and I kept saying, "Shut up and let me figure this out! Stop being so fucking negative all the time! Did we not recently discuss this?". With positive thoughts lending less of a hand than I expected them to, I turned to good old trusty google.
I have to remove the front of my car to change my headlights. The good news is that I found very specific instructions and pictures to help me along. The other good (?) news is it should only take me about 1.5 hours to complete. The bad news is I don't have a garage. The other bad (!) news is I have to remove the front of my car. I cannot wrap my mind around this. Who's idea was this? Why would anyone think this is a good idea? I'm confused. You also have to forgive me. I am used to Jeep maintenance. Changing a Jeep's headlights consists of a couple screws and a plug. It's a five minute job to change both of them. I ended up ringing up Scion to see what they would charge. $95! Each! I miss the days you could SLAM the phone down when you hung up on someone. The light press of a button does nothing for my pent up aggression. So I really am the one that will take off the front of my car. Not that I am afraid and I'll tell you what, I am going to wait for a decent day and just go for it. $95 each my ass. These are the same people who wanted almost $500 for a fucking tune up. Oh what a deal! So tomorrow my day drive will include Walmart for everything I shall need to get the job done and I am going to estimate it at a whole whopping $60. :D I might be cold, but I am smart and that helps warm a girl up. The next thing this smarty pants does is figure out how to get this super awesome custom bumper low rider off the ground enough to work on it. Or find a inexpensive mechanic who has one of those sweet underground work bays in the floor. Do you know what I would do for one of those holes in the floor of the garage I don't presently own?? Quite a bit. That inexpensive mechanic is sounding like a bowl of chocolates... F. Now I want chocolate.
Ah yes. The hair. I decided to go ahead and cut it myself. It didn't come out so bad. Way I see it is that I am giving whoever cuts it next a head start. I am also going with the last style. So dead sexy baby yeah!
I have no purpose in MA. I spoke with The Prophet and he is convinced I have "come back to the scene of the crime to collect clues" and I do believe he could be onto something. For the first time I have found a semblance of peace in my heart regarding subjects that have tortured me for some time now. I do believe it's high time the JH works on the JH. No more filling her head with problems she is not supposed to find the solution to. It's almost that time again!! I'm going to go warm the car up so it's ready...
And if that isn't the sign of a great day, what is?
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