Jettas rock!!!
Well, since I didn't write much last night... Or this morning, if you wanna be technical about it. Well, no matter what time it was, I didn't take the time to explain my most prized possession. No, it's not my boyfriend. I'm talking about my car. His name is Brutus--yes, I named my car. He is a silver 2001 Volkswagen Jetta, complete with all black interior. He's even got leather seats, and the whole inside has chrome detailing. And if that wasn't sexy enough, he also has a 2.0 liter engine, six cylinders, and goes from zero to sixty in seven seconds. Now that is one sexy beast of a car, if I don't say so myself. Ah well, I'm supposed to think that, I suppose. If I didn't, I'd be sent to counseling for something entirely different. Oh, I forgot to mention, my trunk could easily hold ten bodies--more if you chop them up. And he is fully powered--power windows (front two are one touch), power moon roof, power locks, and a nice, loud alarm. Oh yeah, and a monster sound system. Beyond all that, I'm obsessed with my car just because it's mine. Ah well, I'm bored... So I'm gonna go now...
Love, Whit
Love, Whit