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Does anyone know if using license plates in art work is like considered defacing government property or something stupid like that that can get you in trouble?

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Meh, I actually have to leave the house soon, need to get Jazz inspected so I'm legal for another year of driving. If he doesn't pass I will pitch some sort of fit, if only in my own head. I'm not actually worried though, because frankly I've had Jazz less than a year and he has less than 10 thousand miles on him and I'm very careful with him.

Yes I've decided my car is a boy. A sort of sleek, stylish and possibly slightly girly boy, but a boy none the less.

My plans for tomorrow involve not leaving the house, and possibly not my room or bed, other than for food and bathroom runs. I'm thinking ps2 until my eyes bleed. Today I must be adult like and go shopping so I have some foods. Well I've got foods, I'm just out of junk food.

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For once I would like a car where I don't keep having problems. Jazz took a sticker, but needs an alignment. There is a wear pattern on all four tires. Which means that it's been out since before I rotated the tires. Which means that the Honda people didn't catch it when I was in there in Oct., I rotated the tires befor then so it should have been visible. And some how I don't think having the inside edge of the tires wear more than the outside is something it should be doing. *headdesk*

All the guys at work think I should be able to get Honda to fix it for free where the car has so few miles on it, me I am less sure, I'm going to call Mom when she gets home and talk to her about it. And then probably spend at least part of tomorrow on the phone with the Honda dealership trying not to a) yell at them or b) cry.

I think I'm going to sit here and eat twizzlers and try to drown my unhappiness in good fic.

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Okay so eating like half a one pound bag of twizzlers isn't the smartest thing in the world. Blech. I'm not so much with the feeling good, and my mom still hasn't called me back. I need help with the whole wheedling Honda into fixing my car thing. I'm to honest for my own good and I suspect this will require lying out my ass to accomplish.

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Talked with Mom, looked though my warranty book, and my alignment is covered for 1 year or 12 thousand miles. And it'll be one year next month and the car doesn't even have 10 thousand miles on it. So I should be good. That just means I actually have to use the phone tomorrow, and like call the dealership and talk to the service department. Have I mentioned lately how much a fan of phones I'm not? Cause yeah, phones and talking to people I don't know is just not my idea of fun. But with any luck I'll get the problem fixed next week. Mom thinks they should replace the tires, frankly I don't really care about the tires I don't like them all that much. If they want to give me new tires, that's cool, if not I'll live.

There is mold in the washing machine (roommate), mold! In the washing machine!

I may have just said to the roommate, well not just, since now the mold has been killed. But still, mold! In the washing machine! It's just not right. And now I sort of just want to rewash all the clothing I just washed. But I will manfully resist the urge. Although I do wish I didn't smell like bleach now. I can live with it now knowing there isn't a whole colony of mold living in, under, and on the fabric softener dispenser in the machine.