This $uck$
I was quite cheerful this morning to finally find a Subaru dealer that I like in Brooklyn. They are in Bay Ridge, but it's not so bad, it was only a few blocks from the D train and only took me about 45 minutes to get to work from there. Plus it was quite nice to actually be able to smell the ocean this morning. It was nice until the dealer called me to tell me what's wrong with my car... Head gaskets - big fat fucking price tag. Yes please, I'd love to add $2500 to my pile of debt and have nothing to show for it but a car that's not overheating. BLEAH!!!!!!
I'm quite sure this is fate telling me that I really should get rid of my car. What does someone in Brooklyn need a car for? Well, she needs a car to escape Brooklyn whenever she wants to, which is the only thing maintaining her sanity right now since all Brooklyn seems to be doing is reminding her of people she doesn't want to be thinking about. So I'm paying $2500 for my sanity I guess. Some people take drugs, I have a 2000 Subaru Outback which takes me to CT on a regular basis, among other places. CT seems to have become much more appealing now that I've met Josh who has made my last two weekends fairly incredible, let alone bearable. Not to mention said car must take my mother and me to North Carolina in August, and me to Bonnaroo again next year and maybe more camping later this summer and all that garbage. So there, I've just successfully rationalized this decision. It may seem insane to spend this money on a car when you live in New York City, but it is in reality the only thing keeping me sane right now so it's OK. And didn't Rob tell me the other day that my most valuable asset is my ability to make money? Well, I can't very well make money if I'm insane, can I?
So I just mentioned Josh, more about that later. That whole situation has the potential of really fucking my brain over, I'm not sure what to do about it. I'll write more about that later when I'm not at work...
I'm quite sure this is fate telling me that I really should get rid of my car. What does someone in Brooklyn need a car for? Well, she needs a car to escape Brooklyn whenever she wants to, which is the only thing maintaining her sanity right now since all Brooklyn seems to be doing is reminding her of people she doesn't want to be thinking about. So I'm paying $2500 for my sanity I guess. Some people take drugs, I have a 2000 Subaru Outback which takes me to CT on a regular basis, among other places. CT seems to have become much more appealing now that I've met Josh who has made my last two weekends fairly incredible, let alone bearable. Not to mention said car must take my mother and me to North Carolina in August, and me to Bonnaroo again next year and maybe more camping later this summer and all that garbage. So there, I've just successfully rationalized this decision. It may seem insane to spend this money on a car when you live in New York City, but it is in reality the only thing keeping me sane right now so it's OK. And didn't Rob tell me the other day that my most valuable asset is my ability to make money? Well, I can't very well make money if I'm insane, can I?
So I just mentioned Josh, more about that later. That whole situation has the potential of really fucking my brain over, I'm not sure what to do about it. I'll write more about that later when I'm not at work...