To Yaris....or not to Yaris......
Okay, kids...
I'm on the great car hunt of '06. It has officially commenced. But now I face some sichiations (that's situations)....
--If I'm gonna go used, I'm gonna go with my Aunt Rita's Alero...that is, if she'll sell it to me and if I can get a hold of her in the first place
--I really want a Yaris. I was told to buy cheap/new. ...plus I just want one. My uncle said he likes his. Problem...that's 14K as opposed to whatever my aunt will price hers at....granted that whole "getting a hold of her" thing works out
New Yaris? Old Alero? I just wanna be smart about this. ...and the good thing about going with the whole Rita thing is that I wouldn't have to have a co-signer HENCE I could do what I planned and drive myself up for the family reunion on the weekend of the 4th. BUT...she's planning on trading it in...what if she really just wants to trade it in? What if I REALLY want a Yaris? : )
........so yeah. Cars. ...and dudes...fate is trying to tell me something. Check it out. Sunday, I saw the movie Cars, I had a bad experience in a taxi cab (which wouldn't have happened if I had my OWN car), I've been harrassed/followed twice in the past two weeks on the bus/at the bus stop...well, I've been followed twice. I get harrassed on a daily basis. It's worse when I wear a skirt...hence...no more skirts for a while (men=shit). So there's that AND I was like, "Mom...I think it's time." and she was like, "I just thought about you and a car...maybe it's a sign." and then Chung at work said, "Hey...when are you gonna get a car?" Then today, pretty much every car I saw was a fucking Toyota. Fate, fate, fate is kicking me in the ass and hey man...I accept! I'm saying, "Dudes...I'm here for you. Stop kicking. That hurts." So yeah......rock the fuck on, y'all. Me+July=car for sure. Lovely equation.
Uh....other than that, I'm gonna eat some ice cream. No...yes? No. ....yes. .....Yes. Yes, I am going to eat some ice cream and then do plenty of crunches to curb my oncoming guilt for doing so. Sweet. ...and what goes best with mint ice cream? Why....Johnny Knoxville, of course. Jackass, here I come! Whee!
Keep feelin' the energy.
~Pam
I'm on the great car hunt of '06. It has officially commenced. But now I face some sichiations (that's situations)....
--If I'm gonna go used, I'm gonna go with my Aunt Rita's Alero...that is, if she'll sell it to me and if I can get a hold of her in the first place
--I really want a Yaris. I was told to buy cheap/new. ...plus I just want one. My uncle said he likes his. Problem...that's 14K as opposed to whatever my aunt will price hers at....granted that whole "getting a hold of her" thing works out
New Yaris? Old Alero? I just wanna be smart about this. ...and the good thing about going with the whole Rita thing is that I wouldn't have to have a co-signer HENCE I could do what I planned and drive myself up for the family reunion on the weekend of the 4th. BUT...she's planning on trading it in...what if she really just wants to trade it in? What if I REALLY want a Yaris? : )
........so yeah. Cars. ...and dudes...fate is trying to tell me something. Check it out. Sunday, I saw the movie Cars, I had a bad experience in a taxi cab (which wouldn't have happened if I had my OWN car), I've been harrassed/followed twice in the past two weeks on the bus/at the bus stop...well, I've been followed twice. I get harrassed on a daily basis. It's worse when I wear a skirt...hence...no more skirts for a while (men=shit). So there's that AND I was like, "Mom...I think it's time." and she was like, "I just thought about you and a car...maybe it's a sign." and then Chung at work said, "Hey...when are you gonna get a car?" Then today, pretty much every car I saw was a fucking Toyota. Fate, fate, fate is kicking me in the ass and hey man...I accept! I'm saying, "Dudes...I'm here for you. Stop kicking. That hurts." So yeah......rock the fuck on, y'all. Me+July=car for sure. Lovely equation.
Uh....other than that, I'm gonna eat some ice cream. No...yes? No. ....yes. .....Yes. Yes, I am going to eat some ice cream and then do plenty of crunches to curb my oncoming guilt for doing so. Sweet. ...and what goes best with mint ice cream? Why....Johnny Knoxville, of course. Jackass, here I come! Whee!
Keep feelin' the energy.
~Pam