For the first time in my life, I own a car. How ridiculous is that? Pretty ridiculous, if you know me. I have been, since I was 16 years of age, the friend who always needed a ride, who couldn't go anywhere without some poor slob of a friend driving ten miles in the wrong direction to pick my ass up... WELL NO MORE! I can drive myself! When I go to the gym with my girlfriend for our yet-to-be-attended spinning/yoga/ormaybeaerobics classes, I will drive my own sorry out-of-shape body!
Take that, world!
(Yeah, its a navy blue Nissan Sentra. Yes, I know this is like a 30-year-old salesman car. Shove it.)
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