My Car Kicked The Bucket...
GRRRRRR....I'M SO MAD. My car DIED. It is just BROKEN. My dad told me that he called the auto shop today and that my car is FUCKED. I loved that bastard...with its scratched tint, and its tiny crack in the windshield, and the lack of cover on the belt buckle, and the OFF button not saying 'OFF' on the AC, and the no CD player. GOD, I loved it. And, now....NOW I have my STUPID truck. GOD, I hate that truck. I am SOOO not driving it until October. I don't care if I don't get a brand new car, I just don't want that truck.
My dad is going to see if his boss will sell him his old Explorer. My dad thinks it was made in the late 90's, but isn't sure. It is black with tan leather seats and a CD player (yessssss). I would REALLY enjoy having an Explorer, which is one of the "top cars" that I want. And, hey...if I get it, I can call it the SEXXXPLORER, cuz thats how I roll. I'm still really pissed off that my car died and I may have to drive my truck for a while. I have a really cool idea, but I need my car back from the shop...don't worry...I'll post pictures :)
Soooo, today was fun. I woke up, got ready, went to my friend's house, had...fun, picked up Smelly, and then went to school. What an upper-mediocre day.