My Car
It's sad, but I'm actually incredibly worried about my car. I took it in for an oil and break check and my Tech called me back and he's all, we need to replace the front and back breaks, there's something screwy with the tire thing that I didn't understand, and something else that doesn't sound too pleasant.
And I'm kinda freaking out. Not like pulling my hair freaking out, but you know, the quiet stoic kind of freaking out I specialize in. That car's my baby. It doesn't have a name because it's an extension of me. Lame, but true.
When I over dramatize and feel like my world's falling apart, that car gets me the fuck out of dodge for at least a little while. 12 hours on the road and I only had to tank up once. It might also be because of excursions like that that it needs to be in the shop... but that's neither here nor there.
Long story short, I'm overly attached to that piece of junk and am currently suffering from severe seperation anxiety.
And I'm kinda freaking out. Not like pulling my hair freaking out, but you know, the quiet stoic kind of freaking out I specialize in. That car's my baby. It doesn't have a name because it's an extension of me. Lame, but true.
When I over dramatize and feel like my world's falling apart, that car gets me the fuck out of dodge for at least a little while. 12 hours on the road and I only had to tank up once. It might also be because of excursions like that that it needs to be in the shop... but that's neither here nor there.
Long story short, I'm overly attached to that piece of junk and am currently suffering from severe seperation anxiety.