mtv please pimp annie's ride
I'm just going to copy annie's entry because I never write anything in here anymore.
I just have nothing exciting anymore cos all I do is school and work and wedding crap.
bad things come in three and number one was danielle's husband rear ending a gas truck, weirdo mike called and seemed completely oblivious to my brush off and then annie and I got sideswiped, hit and run style.
I'll let her journal entry describe the rest:
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Pimp My Ride or Annie: the Girl Who Knew No Fear
demonbuttercup_
02:58am 05/02/2005
This is a story about my car.
My car is pretty ghetto at the best of times. It's a 1992 dark red Toyota Corolla. It has some body damage from when my grandmother (previous owner) drove it into stuff, as old people sometimes do. It had 91 000kms on it when I got it in June of 2003. Now it has 127 000. People offer to buy it from me fairly regularly, especially guys at gas stations. I always refuse, because it's worth more to me than I could sell it for. The speakers are terrible - the bass can be adequately reproduced by kicking a cardboard box and honking on a kazoo. The shocks are bumpy as hell. The thing has been known to burn oil if I driver at 120. The dome light works sporatically at best. The whole thing smells vaguely of horse. It's hella messy. But it's mine and I love it, mostly cause we've been a lot of places together.
The other day I was watching Pimp My Ride and wondering if they would agree to pimp a 92 Corolla. Once someone told me that a Carolla was her dream car and I lost a lot of respect for her. A Corolla isn't ANYONE's dream car.
And today someone hit my car. I was letting Jo out of the car and some dillhole comes flying by and sideswipes my car. My side mirror goes flying into bits and I hear metal scraping. NO GO. NO ONE hurts my ghettofab car. So of course, I take off in hot pursuit, of course. And I tell Jo to get on the phone with the cops. We chased the guy around for about 5 minutes. I got their plate and finally got them to stop. Of course then I had to keep chasing them because I mentioned the cops were on their way. They finally lost us and the cops showed up. And then I realised the driver door doesn't open. It's just stuck. So now I have to craw out the window or another door. Ghettofab.
Apparently this is going to be covered by my insurance. Thank godess for small blessings. And thank godess for Jo's good memory. That's hot.
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on the plus side the movie sideways is pretty great. despite the bludgeoning of the viewer with the heavy handed like a million lbs pinot noir metaphor.
now when does the adrenaline rush settle down so I can get some fricking sleep?
and annie, crawl out your window with pride. paint a confederate flag on the roof of the car and yell DUKES OF HAZZARD every time you do it.
I just have nothing exciting anymore cos all I do is school and work and wedding crap.
bad things come in three and number one was danielle's husband rear ending a gas truck, weirdo mike called and seemed completely oblivious to my brush off and then annie and I got sideswiped, hit and run style.
I'll let her journal entry describe the rest:
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Pimp My Ride or Annie: the Girl Who Knew No Fear
demonbuttercup_
02:58am 05/02/2005
This is a story about my car.
My car is pretty ghetto at the best of times. It's a 1992 dark red Toyota Corolla. It has some body damage from when my grandmother (previous owner) drove it into stuff, as old people sometimes do. It had 91 000kms on it when I got it in June of 2003. Now it has 127 000. People offer to buy it from me fairly regularly, especially guys at gas stations. I always refuse, because it's worth more to me than I could sell it for. The speakers are terrible - the bass can be adequately reproduced by kicking a cardboard box and honking on a kazoo. The shocks are bumpy as hell. The thing has been known to burn oil if I driver at 120. The dome light works sporatically at best. The whole thing smells vaguely of horse. It's hella messy. But it's mine and I love it, mostly cause we've been a lot of places together.
The other day I was watching Pimp My Ride and wondering if they would agree to pimp a 92 Corolla. Once someone told me that a Carolla was her dream car and I lost a lot of respect for her. A Corolla isn't ANYONE's dream car.
And today someone hit my car. I was letting Jo out of the car and some dillhole comes flying by and sideswipes my car. My side mirror goes flying into bits and I hear metal scraping. NO GO. NO ONE hurts my ghettofab car. So of course, I take off in hot pursuit, of course. And I tell Jo to get on the phone with the cops. We chased the guy around for about 5 minutes. I got their plate and finally got them to stop. Of course then I had to keep chasing them because I mentioned the cops were on their way. They finally lost us and the cops showed up. And then I realised the driver door doesn't open. It's just stuck. So now I have to craw out the window or another door. Ghettofab.
Apparently this is going to be covered by my insurance. Thank godess for small blessings. And thank godess for Jo's good memory. That's hot.
***
on the plus side the movie sideways is pretty great. despite the bludgeoning of the viewer with the heavy handed like a million lbs pinot noir metaphor.
now when does the adrenaline rush settle down so I can get some fricking sleep?
and annie, crawl out your window with pride. paint a confederate flag on the roof of the car and yell DUKES OF HAZZARD every time you do it.