How Odd Indeed. Though I make a 6 to 7 hour round trip each weekend, and drive around during the week, my car somehow has less than 60,000 miles on it.
I miss my first car. It was my baller station wagon that I rolled over and it was perfectly fine to drive two days later. Just needed two new tires, side mirrors, and windshield.
That slowly died and before I moved away I had to get a reliable car so I bought a convertible (? ? ?) which was a Chrysler piece of shït and ended up getting totaled by a drunk driver anyways.
So now I have my purple car. It used to be my mothers so it’s all banged up because some people just cannot park to save their life. I like it. It’s pretty fast for a dumb little car. The seats are comfy. I have a pink tinsel spider that sits on my dashboard.
I want a truck. A white Tacoma to be exact. I have all of these outdoorsy plans for this hypothetical truck, when in reality I’ll probably just end up filling the bed with used iced coffee cups.

In other news I feel like shït and have a math exam in less than an hour.
Got to peel myself off of my comfy chair.

((()))