Dear Diary: 23 is the new 16
I have a car. It's got go.
It's a little like riding a high-strung Arabian mare who's been on box rest for the past three weeks, not like I'd be stupid enough to do anything like that, and because it's an automatic, it kind of has a mind of its own that comes with some mild impairment, the styling is terrible, the clear coat is peeling off, it's probably been sideswiped, and the brakes needed to be replaced right out of the sale yard, but when I punch it at the stoplight, man does this thing have go.
It's also possessed by the spirit of Courage Wolf.
Also, I remember when I used to do episode reviews for SPN. I must've been temporarily insane.