Everyone can go fuck themselves…

People think that they are so superior…nah.

They are weak.

My mom and my sister both took me down tonight.

I don’t throw stones…they, however do.

I’m different…I know this. Why keep beating a dead horse.

“You’re being stupid India”

Maybe I am…but isn’t it my right?

However, I would never call some one stupid.

They like to do it to me…call me names.

I don’t know why…

Maybe because I’m ignorant.

“I wish my wife was this dirty.”

I was pulling out of the gas station today and he was in front of me.

The SUV had more dirt on it than my car...MY car...that's saying something.

The male driving was either trying to send his wife a finger written message or some one else was.

Don’t care which one…it made me laugh.

Also, if she sees it I hope she gets the message.

Because you couldn’t miss it…and it doesn't look like he is erasing it.

It was fabulous!!!

Spark Plugs…

The smallest things are missed.

The Monster probably has a blown piston…BUT I’m still not sure.

I know too much about cars for a chick.

10 fucking mechanics and 1,000 dollars later…not ONE motherfucker pulled a spark plug…you know…just to check.

I have to say that I failed at that because that should have been one of the first things I should have done.

Five year old spark plugs don’t work so well but not oil, coolant or charcoal on the plugs.

I feel stupid because I knew it was simple but I didn’t think that simple.

Don’t get me wrong The Monster is still fucked up but that was a major 4-cylinder duh.

The Rodeo is a mystery.

Oh but how I love it.

It’s my mission to figure it out whether it is a cracked head or a blown piston.

Which I think it’s neither.

The car baffles me.

And I’m surprised how?

THISISHOWMYNEWLAUNDRYWENT

By chance…stopping at a 7-11 by my house I found a new laundry mat.

Interesting…lower prices…a woman with a bathroom key always at hand…she’s tainted and a little gruff but I can see why. She’s dealing with angry people doing laundry.

I feel her pain.

I’m moving…in the next couple of months…

Washer and dryer is first on my list in my new house.

I don’t fucking care if they are out back by the outhouse.

I’m finding it.

I was just looking up a word…

Because we all know I can’t spell.

I was trying to describe my job and Wikipedia spoke volumes.

Liaison job
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Liaison jobs are jobs that "link" two or more specialties. For example, "systems analyst" jobs work with customers and management to understand and document their automation needs and then transfer such information to computer programmers, who turn the collected information into working software. Thus the liaison worker coordinates customer and management needs into terms the technicians can relate to. Liaison workers usually need to understand both professions or "sides" to some degree. One could call them a "go-between".


Controversy
Free trade and the Internet have allegedly made such jobs more common, but perhaps at the expense of direct technology jobs due to offshore outsourcing. It is disputed whether technology-only workers can make an effective transition to liaison positions to replace off shored technical positions, or if companies prefer those with "natural" social and diplomatic abilities over converted technicians. In other words, it may be that companies would rather have candidates with mediocre technical skills and advanced social skills instead of those with advanced technical skills and mediocre social skills.

Okay…so I don’t have advanced technical skills but I can fuck you over in the social and diplomatic department.

I’m good at what I do.

It’s called “act nice.”

When you do that…people follow.

That makes me happy.