The Perfect Event
I got my car. It's a 1987 Bonneville. Does it look good? Hell no. Does it run well? Better than my mom's 2000 Alero. Am I happy with it? Extremely. I just can't wait to get my car insurance all taken care of. That will be nice, because then I will be able to drive it. YAY! It would be nice if my mom quit calling me selfish for buying myself a car. What did she want? Me to buy her a damn car? Then she's a bitch all god damn day. Chill the fuck out psycho. I'm finally making myself independent. I'm at the point where if need be I can make everything happen on my own. I can live my own life without anyone trying to stick in their 2 cents.