I should rename this blog "confessions of a girl that drives a car that's a piece."
But anyway... so just when I've been telling my dad and jeff that the reason I should get a new car sooner rather than dragging out my agony for a few more months is because my car could die at any time... leaving me unsafe. Well, my car and I were on good terms lately and I actually considered waiting until i had a bit more money... when it died... on an exit ramp of I35. It died.. it just popped up with 'check engine' and died. I was going up a small hill and it proceeded to roll backward as I nervously tried to get it started while irate motorists zoomed around me. Now granted... I was rather low on gas... but still...that is reason enough for me to call it quits.
So... if anyone is in the market for a grayish/black ancient explorer with a dented in bumper, 1 1/2 functioning automatic windows, a smashed in blinker, and leaking power steering fluid that gives each turn the charming sound of a sperm whale trying to locate its lost family... then I will sell it to you..cheap ... heck, I'll leave it parked at my apt. with the keys in it. come by anytime.
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