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Oct. 1st, 2005 04:48 pmOn Monday, I go pick up my new car. It's a Dodge Neon '05 and anyone who is rolling their eyes is told to go look at my bank account, then my old car with its broken axle (*sobs* Bonneville! How much I loved you!) and then roll their eyes again because I really think it's cute, even when it's directed at me.
I've composed probably a half dozen posts about the horrors of car shopping since I started doing it three weeks ago. Most of them are sort of vaguely incoherent. I spent a lot of time being really, really pissed off, plus I drove a Hyundai Accent. I'm pretty sure now that the twenty-fifth level of hell involves driving an Accent full of more salesmen than you could fit in a clown car, bugs in amber, cold molasses, glaciers, turtles, and a shiny flat highway you can never drive on because the bugs, molasses, glaciers and turtles are going so much faster than you that you can't merge--
Anyway.
Today, I cleaned out the Bonneville. So many things hoarded in that car! Directions to everywhere: if I want to get a really good hot dog, visit G. in NH, visit a college none of my friends attend anymore, visit the old (and old old) apartments of Sparklyjammers, get breakfast at the cool buffet place, see a movie in Albany NY or visit![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kerri_berri, I'm set! Plus I've got the Magnadoodle of Adventure! Four pairs of mittens! Three ice scrapers! A full-sized shovel! Rain coat in a bag! A computer monitor! A quilt, two sweaters, some socks, and 2 years worth of Christmas cards I never mailed--and all of that was just in the trunk, cause the rest of the car was never a good stashing place. I like to hide my mess. *G*
So on the one hand, omg I have a disorder and no wonder I can never find mittens when I need them--on the other hand, wow, I had a lot of really great adventures in the time I've owned the Bonneville. Sniff.
In other news, last night I ate alligator at the Mexican restaurant where we were celebrating a friend's birthday. The alligator tasted like chicken nuggets from McDonald's. And then my chimichunga tasted like tuna. Failed adventures in food are so tragic, man. Especially when they clean out your wallet. It was like getting mugged and not even having cool bruises to show for it later.
And now I go watch SGA, then Buffy. I'm halfway through Season 4--at this pace, I'll be caught up on the Joss shows sometime around 2012, and I'll finally be able to read behind the 2313918321 Serenity cut tags! Excellent.
I've composed probably a half dozen posts about the horrors of car shopping since I started doing it three weeks ago. Most of them are sort of vaguely incoherent. I spent a lot of time being really, really pissed off, plus I drove a Hyundai Accent. I'm pretty sure now that the twenty-fifth level of hell involves driving an Accent full of more salesmen than you could fit in a clown car, bugs in amber, cold molasses, glaciers, turtles, and a shiny flat highway you can never drive on because the bugs, molasses, glaciers and turtles are going so much faster than you that you can't merge--
Anyway.
Today, I cleaned out the Bonneville. So many things hoarded in that car! Directions to everywhere: if I want to get a really good hot dog, visit G. in NH, visit a college none of my friends attend anymore, visit the old (and old old) apartments of Sparklyjammers, get breakfast at the cool buffet place, see a movie in Albany NY or visit
kerri_berri, I'm set! Plus I've got the Magnadoodle of Adventure! Four pairs of mittens! Three ice scrapers! A full-sized shovel! Rain coat in a bag! A computer monitor! A quilt, two sweaters, some socks, and 2 years worth of Christmas cards I never mailed--and all of that was just in the trunk, cause the rest of the car was never a good stashing place. I like to hide my mess. *G* So on the one hand, omg I have a disorder and no wonder I can never find mittens when I need them--on the other hand, wow, I had a lot of really great adventures in the time I've owned the Bonneville. Sniff.
In other news, last night I ate alligator at the Mexican restaurant where we were celebrating a friend's birthday. The alligator tasted like chicken nuggets from McDonald's. And then my chimichunga tasted like tuna. Failed adventures in food are so tragic, man. Especially when they clean out your wallet. It was like getting mugged and not even having cool bruises to show for it later.
And now I go watch SGA, then Buffy. I'm halfway through Season 4--at this pace, I'll be caught up on the Joss shows sometime around 2012, and I'll finally be able to read behind the 2313918321 Serenity cut tags! Excellent.
