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She's gone.
I do no longer own a Honda civic. I sold it to the dealer for $900, not even that much. She knew it, she's been crying in the garage for weeks. I know it sounds weird to witness a car crying, but I walked past her on my way to the trash can numerous times and I could clearly hear it cry.
Today I cried, I wished her good luck, it's just a car, 13 years old, been mine for the last three. The price was agreed upon two months ago, yet I washed her in and out the two last hours she was to spend with me. My way of saying goodbye. I cried a little on the way to the bank to pick up my check with the remaining money to be paid. Now the big green bitch has taken her place in the garage, she smells, unlike my old Honda. She's evil and mean, drives too fast too soon, laughs at little Honda's thinking they aren't worth to be called cars. And she was crying like a whining lunatic for diesel the minute I got her out of the dealer. So I filled her up so she would shut up.
I got her in the garage all right, not a scratch, I found out how to pull the mirrors in, piece of cake. I need to find good CD's to put in the cassette. I think I'm going to order extra cassette's soon, so I can change them swiftly. I also need to continue setting up the seat and such, but now I want her to leave me alone. She took away my old Honda, I won't say I hate her for it, it was my idea after all, but still, I'll miss that little one. She is still at the dealer, right where I left her, I removed her radio before I went to the bank, they stole her license plates and put them on the green monster. Hopefully I'll still be able to catch a glimpse of her tomorrow. I can't show her bulbasaur, she'll hate me if she sees bulbasaur sitting in the green monster, bulbasaur was her stuffed animal, her toy. That monster deserves nothing less than a godzilla or something evil like that. Or a skull, something like that.
I've yet to be convinced of the whole purpose of this. I guess it's time to face it and find a good spot for bulbasaur, my sunglasses, my shopping basket, the spare diesel canister, some pens, extra accident declaration papers, and put some CD's in.
Also I talked to the neighbors, two of them are leaving now, two houses for sale in our street. The Moroccan guy who beat up his wife and about half of the houses in the neighborhood is leaving too. Hopefully we'll all get along now. That is all, I have a nasty mean bitch to tame, see you later.
I do no longer own a Honda civic. I sold it to the dealer for $900, not even that much. She knew it, she's been crying in the garage for weeks. I know it sounds weird to witness a car crying, but I walked past her on my way to the trash can numerous times and I could clearly hear it cry.
Today I cried, I wished her good luck, it's just a car, 13 years old, been mine for the last three. The price was agreed upon two months ago, yet I washed her in and out the two last hours she was to spend with me. My way of saying goodbye. I cried a little on the way to the bank to pick up my check with the remaining money to be paid. Now the big green bitch has taken her place in the garage, she smells, unlike my old Honda. She's evil and mean, drives too fast too soon, laughs at little Honda's thinking they aren't worth to be called cars. And she was crying like a whining lunatic for diesel the minute I got her out of the dealer. So I filled her up so she would shut up.
I got her in the garage all right, not a scratch, I found out how to pull the mirrors in, piece of cake. I need to find good CD's to put in the cassette. I think I'm going to order extra cassette's soon, so I can change them swiftly. I also need to continue setting up the seat and such, but now I want her to leave me alone. She took away my old Honda, I won't say I hate her for it, it was my idea after all, but still, I'll miss that little one. She is still at the dealer, right where I left her, I removed her radio before I went to the bank, they stole her license plates and put them on the green monster. Hopefully I'll still be able to catch a glimpse of her tomorrow. I can't show her bulbasaur, she'll hate me if she sees bulbasaur sitting in the green monster, bulbasaur was her stuffed animal, her toy. That monster deserves nothing less than a godzilla or something evil like that. Or a skull, something like that.
I've yet to be convinced of the whole purpose of this. I guess it's time to face it and find a good spot for bulbasaur, my sunglasses, my shopping basket, the spare diesel canister, some pens, extra accident declaration papers, and put some CD's in.
Also I talked to the neighbors, two of them are leaving now, two houses for sale in our street. The Moroccan guy who beat up his wife and about half of the houses in the neighborhood is leaving too. Hopefully we'll all get along now. That is all, I have a nasty mean bitch to tame, see you later.