More Than One Way To Fuck A Badger

Made a little trippy-trip to Cookeville last night. Yeah. That wasn't planned. Not that I haven't made numerous last-minute, mid-week trips there. This one just wasn't for sexytimes. Okay it was, but that wasn't the main point of the trip. Boyfrand's truck decided to take a huge shit on us. Again. With a dryer in the back. See?

Yo, dawg. I heard you liked trucks so I put a
truck in your truck so you could truck while you truck.
Or dry some motherfucking clothes. That too. Fucking hell..

Thank GOD I got AAA last year when the truck crapped out on us during Christmas break and Boyfrand was working about 30 miles east of my place. In the middle of an intersection. Yeah. This truck sucks. Okay, really I love the Slownoma. I do. Boyfrand is buying it from one of his best friends after his car got totaled out when hit by a stupid bitch who crossed the center line. Oh, and she had no insurance. Yup. Nice. So the entire transmission was rebuilt over the months of December '10/January '11 and 8.5 months later- apparently a seal gives up the ghost. On the interstate. Thank Allah he was near an exit. So last night at 8pm EST, this is what we did. Up to 100 miles of towing for free, Cookeville was a mere 78.6 away. Fuck. Yeah. Motherfuckers. 

One hitch in the get-along... this truck was supposed to move my desk, 2 dressers and other misc shit I have from Ktown to Cville. *insert tiny sad face* And now poor Boyfrand is out of a mode of transportation for 2 weeks worst case scenario- til I get there and we can share my ride. However, I DON'T GIVE A FUCKING FUCK BECAUSE I HAVE AN INTERVIEW SET FOR TUESDAY MORNING WITH THE LOCAL UNIVERSITY. That fact deserved that kind of attention. Trust me. Okay, and I really DO give a fucking fuck because I hate that the Slownoma is being a rancid cunt. I hate that he's going to have to deal with that bullshit til I get there. But I still can't help but be SUPER MEGA ULTRA excited about my interview. Also, today I start training my minion. He's not really a minion, but I'm going to call him that. Not to his face- Jesus H. Christ what is WRONG with you. 

Okay maybe to his face. On accident. Or not. Oops.

So anyway, yes. Big Thursday. Big week. Bigger week next week. One of my good friends who currently works for TTU has an interview coming up as well, and fuck yes she's listed as a reference... duh. So in my mind we both already have these jobs and will be going to get chicken sammiches for lunch together erryday, just like back in high school. Mine will have 3 packs of mayo, 4 if I'm feeling feisty [READ: want to gross everyone out] and hers will have ketchup on the side. We'll laugh about shit, she'll judge me a little, and I'll have a hot fudge sundae. Because they are $.75 cents and I FUCKING CAN. *sigh* Memories.

So one truck down, one interview to go and 14 days until I remove my shackles and fly away to the central standard time zone. Tweet tweet, bitches.