Well, once AGAIN, it will be time to pick up my baby from my "buddy's" house. Oh, I still think of her everyday, too! Although now, I have started dubbing her "the iron bitch" for all the trouble she has been causin me. Although, as soon as I start thinking that, I know it's not the fault of the car....it's just the fault of the previous dumbass owner, and me, for being stupid enuf to buy it in the first place. But, I needed a car to learn on...and I am indeed learning....the HARD way. This evening after work, I will be putting on an entire new brake line, which will be replacing the line which originally went to both rear brakes. This, by the way, is going back and doing work that should of been done by the guy I gave $600 bucks for brake work in the first place! Still kinda pissed that said friend got drunk, had me driving his ass all over town and then lost my damn remote to my cd player. It's not like I ever use the thing, but its MINE and when u're anal about other people messing with your stuff, and then lose your friends junk, that's not very cool. I think it's finally almost over tho, but I'm not partyin yet, cause every time the car seems ready to go, and my "buddy" starts partying, then something else fuks up. T