Happy Hallo-fuck-it's-cold

Yeah. So I didn't go to any sweet parties. I didn't trick or treat. I didn't get drunk as fuck (oh but I should have). Instead, I went straight from work to a parking lot. I wasn't working at my second job on the corner, so forget that right now buster. I, Kay of California, was part of the Pumpkin Patrol. Oh that's right. I marched around in my little reflective vest, passing out candy and glow-sticks, protecting small children from the evil that lurks around every corner. Me and my reflective vest, flashlight, and whistle made sure no harm came to anyone last night, except for some numb fingers, toes, noses... And perhaps some sugar-induced comas. But those weren't my fault. I didn't even eat any candy last night. Too busy fighting evil; yeah, that's right, fighting evil. I'm like a fuckin super-hero bro. And you, you're all Plushophiles. Yeah, plushophiles. Fancy word you say? Oh indeed I say. And what might this fancy word mean you ask? Well, if you'll just consult your handy dandy book like the one I have here, Talk the Talk, you'll know. This book is fucking awesome, and has provided me with hours of laughs. Hours.
Right, back to you plushophiles; it means a person who is sexually aroused by furry animal toys. I got it from the section on Furries. This book has frickin everything, it has "the slang of 65 American subcultures." And it's not one of those boring, dry, make-you-fall-asleep books. It is very the funny.
So I dropped my beautiful baby boy off at the doctor's for surgery this morning (Read: my truck's in the shop...). I almost cried. I know, how sensless and female of me. Well shut up. I've had him 5...ish.. years now, and I love him to death. But shit keeps breaking. This time it was the clutch going out. It's getting expensive. Everyone's advice is that it's time to trade him in. But I don't want to. I love him a lot. But, I need something to get me thru the next 6 plus years and I just don't think he'll be able to hack it. Not at the rate that he's going. And he's got a lot of miles on him. 173k... I don't want to bite the bullet and have a car payment. I don't want to have a car period. But it's time to man up. Man up Kay...