i couldn't think of another name for this blog. but that is true. has been for...what? almost 4 years now. and i haven't played since 8th grade...sheesh.
my truck is a foxy piece of car.
all the lady cars want a piece.
that's why people keep attacking me.
like today. in the parking lot of Borders, some woman decided to reverse whilst i was already reversing out of my space. apparently she forgot that your supposed to look behind you before you do that.
i stopped.
beeped.
she kept reversing.
so i tried to put my car in drive, and whilst(Best Word Ever Award) i was attempting to put my foxy truck in drive to get out of her soccer-mom-minivan's way, she hit the bumper of said foxy truck.
all the ladies want some.
what can i tell you?
my pumpkin orange colorado is sexy.
even if it uses like...1924190284901 gallons of gas per millisecond.
pssht. environment shrironment!
(kidding! i hate that the truck uses so much gas. i want a honda civic hybrid. but, alas, i be a poor young girl with naught a penny to my name!)
xo
ps. listen to The Teenagers. they're pretty dang swell.
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