Smells sweet

I thought maybe the Volvo would have to be taken out and put down like a racehorse today but it appears not to be so. Yesterday was new starter (it was all goofy while I was gone the weekend, "smoking," etc) which it needed, but then there was still sweet smelling steam/smoke wafting out from under the hood and in through the gear shift handle slot...smelled like the fake smoke from a fog machine at a rock show. Ah, you say, that's antifreeze cooking! Right-o! Burst hose...now fixed and Craig/Goldie the Volvo lives to wheel around another fifteen years!

This all serves to remind me -- we all know I don't approve of the Big Pony Ralph stuff, right? I mean, that's all fine for the Young People and their wacky rave ways, but grouse grouse grouse (repeat to fade). So I dutifully smelled the fragrances last week at Sephora and I didn't like them (they were super top-notey for the most part, like something Hilfiger-y), except number 3, which smelled like a mixture of Z14 and that smell that blows out of Abercrombie and Fitch.

So, even though I hate them, I will likely end up with small bottles from a gift set when I see them on sale, because I am an asshole.

Come, listen to an old man bitch

Whether that means "man bitching" or "man-bitch" - your choice!

Okay, it's prom season, so if you go to the market or the coffee shop in the evening, all the sexters are out in force...the girls all froo-frooed out, but then, to a man, the dudes all just have a fucking, like, dark dress shirt on and a tie to match their dates' dresses. Christ on a bike, does this annoy me! One, because it just verifies that all kids are complete trash, with no goddam sense. Obvs! But what really sucks (2) is that their parents, who are probably close to my age, just let these little twits out for friggin' Prom that way, probably because they were garbage themselves back in '85 or whenever..."hey, man - Dickmann's parents are gone to the lake, so we can hang there..." ARRRRGHH! The boys would likely just where some sort of long basketball shorts if they could, y'know, cos they need to be comfortable. Then I start thinking how none of these poor bastards know how to read or anything, they just know how to get to level 10 of Street Killa or something.

Oh, shit, I could go on.

Anyway, I hope the kid who sensibly wears a real black tuxedo (none of this "John Lennon at Gibraltar" white suit shit, either) gets the cool girl, they have loads of fun and then go home and listen to records all night. Goddamn!