And The Hits Just Keep On Coming

March 28, 2009

This whole year has been a doozy.  Mostly a bitter-tasting, life-is-sucky doozy that leaves foul-smelling streaks all over every facet of my life.  To put it in a culturally-relevant context, I’m experiencing “epic fail”-ure on a regular basis.  How so, you ask?  Let me count the ways.

1.  A couple of months ago, my trusty silver Honda Civic just started over-heating and breaking down randomly.  I had to utilize AAA roadside assistance like 4 times, which I’m glad to have survived in and of itself.  I paid $200.00 bucks to get my CAM chip fixed (which didn’t fix the problem), another $200.00 to replace the radiator, and s’more money to fix the leaky coolant, all for a car that got a dealership trade-in appraisal of $1000.00.  On top of that, my parents dropped another G to completely fix it up and eventually sold the car for $3100.00 (more on that later).

2.  My work is seeing hard times, and I’m all for working there and I enjoy being somewhat involved in the ebb and flow of the fashion industry, but there’s only so much ebbing you can take.  Especially if you had to buy a new car to replace your old car that was giving you a massive headache (see point 1).  Basically, my savings got wiped clean and on top of that, I have a $200.00 car payment that rips my wallet a new one every month.  I’m also owed around $6000.00 in back pay that I’m not really complaining about.  As long as I meet my credit card payments, I’m happy (more on that later).

3.  I got a speeding ticket (my fault) that I have yet to pay and even inquire to how much the ticket will be.  I fear the worst and because of that, I’m putting off finding out.  I wish I was more willing to challenge life rather than be subdued by it.  I also got an overnight parking ticket right in front of my house & on the wrong side of the street.  The sad part about that scenario is that I had tried to be proactive and clean my room, wash my puppy and wash my car.  I had finished the day parking it across the street in the waning sunlight and forgot to move it back into my driveway.  I guess you just gotta learn sometime.

4.  My trusty credit card went missing tonight.  I either misplaced it after paying the tab at KBBQ lunchtime, or someone reached into my wallet when it was lying in plain sight at church and re-appropriated it for themselves.  The good thing is I found out really quickly and have already canceled the card.  It also helps that my wallet was devoid of cash-money-dollars.  Now I don’t even have a credit card payment that I need to meet (see point 2).

5.  I just came home and my mom said to me, “Did you get a parking ticket in Los Angeles?” and I said “I guess so”, thinking she found the speeding ticket (see point 3) I have lying in plain sight on my desk.  But no, she wasn’t referring to that.  Apparently the persons my parents sold my old car too (see point 1) got a parking ticket (good ‘ol street cleaning ticket) in Los Angeles with my old car (671 S. Detroit St. to be exact) and now I have a notice of delinquent parking ticket in my name.  There’s a bunch of redtape and paperwork I have to do to avoid paying this fine which will more than double if I don’t deal with by April 15.

Wah wah wah.  I’m not one to complain much, but I guess this is just my way of venting it outwards.  I could write something cliche like, “when life throws you lemons, make lemonade”, albeit the truth in that statement, I prefer a tasty can of Coke, fresh with condensation dripping of the edges.


Life is still good.  I’m thankful for much more than I complain about.


March 14, 2009

/WOTD/ esoteric \es-uh-TER-ik\, adjective1. understood by or meant for only the select few who have special knowledge or interest; recondite
2. belonging to the select few
3. private; secret; confidential
4. (of a philosophical doctrine or the like) intended to be revealed only to the initiates of a group

The streetwear fashion niche is quite esoteric; not too many people can comprehend spending so much on various articles of clothing and likewise, not too many people can pull off said clothing.

It’s been a crazy couple of days.  I’ve been all over the place.  I’ve accrued one speeding ticket, which should deduct a sizable chunk of change from my already dwindling savings account, and a parking ticket for overnight parking on the wrong side of the street right outside of my own home.  My car woes seem to come in bunches, but I can’t complain.  Some people out there in the world right now would not be able to amass enough money in their whole lifetime to purchase a car, so I’m already blessed beyond measure.  Well, it’s very late, so I’m going to just post some pictures from the last couple of days and go to sleep.  Wow, two inconsequential important days in a row – Friday the 13th to Pi day.  What are the odds?  How often does this happen?