A lot of good cars....are Jap-an-eeeese
I wasn't writing anything anymore, because I realized that my life is BORING. I told my brother that the only thing I have to write about is what I see on TV. But, you know, then I got to thinking...whatever, I don't care, I don't major in math. Sometimes I do other things besides watch TV, like crash my car into a van and then into a concrete road divider. That's excitement, folks, but not the good kind.
Yes, I was in a wreck...my first one. It happened a week ago. It was scary as shit and I had to take Benadryl for a while just to make myself sleep without thinking about it. But now it's over, and I'm just glad that my brother wasn't hurt, and that I wasn't hurt, and that the van passengers weren't hurt, either. But, unfortunately, my car was totaled. Now, I know that's the least of my worries, but I loved my car like a fat kid love cake. (As a former fat kid, I can tell you that would be A LOT.) It was a lovely '97 Eclipse. It went by many nicknames...Boyfriend, The Black Widow, and E-Clit. (Dirrty! I didn't make that one up!) Anyway, I loved it and it was a fabulous car. I think I'm going to get a Jetta now. Goodbye, tiny sports car...hello, 4-door safe car. I just don't know if I can love another sports car like I loved my car. So it's time to move on to something a little bigger. And bigger is better, right? RIP Car. It's going to the junkyard to be sold for parts...bless its heart. My half of the Puff Daddy CD was in it, too. (My Puff Daddy and the Family CD split in two (tragedy!) and so I gave half to Mandy a la BFF Bracelets.)There were also some pistachios in it and some gummi worms. Ew.
I have a Buick Le Sabre rental car that I've named Herman.
I miss my mommy.
Only two more episodes of Sex & The City.
I really want a puppy!
Yes, I was in a wreck...my first one. It happened a week ago. It was scary as shit and I had to take Benadryl for a while just to make myself sleep without thinking about it. But now it's over, and I'm just glad that my brother wasn't hurt, and that I wasn't hurt, and that the van passengers weren't hurt, either. But, unfortunately, my car was totaled. Now, I know that's the least of my worries, but I loved my car like a fat kid love cake. (As a former fat kid, I can tell you that would be A LOT.) It was a lovely '97 Eclipse. It went by many nicknames...Boyfriend, The Black Widow, and E-Clit. (Dirrty! I didn't make that one up!) Anyway, I loved it and it was a fabulous car. I think I'm going to get a Jetta now. Goodbye, tiny sports car...hello, 4-door safe car. I just don't know if I can love another sports car like I loved my car. So it's time to move on to something a little bigger. And bigger is better, right? RIP Car. It's going to the junkyard to be sold for parts...bless its heart. My half of the Puff Daddy CD was in it, too. (My Puff Daddy and the Family CD split in two (tragedy!) and so I gave half to Mandy a la BFF Bracelets.)There were also some pistachios in it and some gummi worms. Ew.
I have a Buick Le Sabre rental car that I've named Herman.
I miss my mommy.
Only two more episodes of Sex & The City.
I really want a puppy!