That is my Dad's new nickname for me. Great.
If only my stupid apartment complex gave us three spots instead of two. if only the uncovered parking spots were more than 2 feet wide. If only I hadn't gotten a littl too close to that pole. if only I remembered that even once you clear the sideview mirror, you still have a bumper to get past the pole.
Oh well. I finally told my Dad about the dent. (Dad, it's been 2 weeks, I was a little wary of letting you know). And he is just making jokes about it now. Probably because he is giving me the pink slip on monday and knows I have to pay to fix it myself. Ah well.
At least I have a boyfriend with connections to a dealership (um 100 bucks to fix the dent) who also happens to paint cars for a living. How sweet life is.
And I am going to repaint the whole truck (it will set me back about 200 dollars) and then sell it. It is a 2000, so I can get about 6 thousand for it. Anyone looking for a wonderful Dodge Dakota? I want a sporty car that gets good gas mileage (is that possible), that I can get for under 6, so I do not have to pay off any loans!
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Because apparently it is very hard. It is also hard to follow my speech. My hope is that this blog will give people a little bit of insight into how my mind works (very spatially). Enjoy! And comment if you visit, so I know who is leaving love!
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