From Cousin Nicole September 4, 2009

Friday, Sep. 4th

Duude.

I KNOW my car needs a tune up. It needs a lot of things that I can’t give her. I’m a bad car parent, I know. I bought a bottle of fuel injector cleaner, and it fixed it like maybe 10%. So I bought another one, and it seems to be like 50%. So I bought another one. And all the advice I’m getting is that you put it in when you’re running on fumes. I don’t know. She’s been a pissy little bitch, that’s all. I think if I keep feeding her injector cleaner and fuel she’ll get better. My back is good, thank you. Been going to the chiropractor and she’s fixing me up real good. My mother needs to learn to talk about her own crap… haha Yeah, I had a job interview at the coffee shop at Dad’s cafeteria. I went in with all new clothes, and I had a great personality, and I kept making jokes and I did my best. And I never heard back. So pthbt on that. (that BTW is how you spell the raspberry sound... took me like 5 minutes to figure that out.) But the hotel is getting more hours lately, and I just got a good fatty paycheck. My boss is actually hiring Brian to work. So we’re gonna be good. I’m starting to think of some sort of trade school… maybe.

Brian says hi, and that we’ll test your halo tactics when you get back.

Dad says hi, and that he hopes you are doing well and he misses you.

Gas chamber? Like in a concentration camp? How long did you last? Brian wants to know what kind of gas.

P.S. Do you want me to do anything for you? Like lyrics or for me to say hi to your girlfriends or a nudey pic or something?