R.I.P Car.

I wish i had my car back. Its been over a month now so i doubt i'm ever going to see it again. It's not the fact that someone was so desperate to steal my car in the first place that makes me sad.. because if i ever saw them i wouldn't think twice about breaking their nose, it makes me sad to think my little baby is probably all alone.
That car had serious personality, i'm convinced it was posessed. Beats me how they managed to start it cuz that thing was a bitch to start. I had to shove a stuffed animal in between the dash and the choke to keep the choke out. Then the dashboard disco.. at random times all the lights in the car would flash and tick. The doors didn't open from the inside, you had to open the windows to get out. The middle console was smashed up.. thanks to my brothers drunk friends. It had "POO CAR and GREASY COP" written on the back window. The inside of the doors were painted purple with house paint. The ash tray went missing! I'm serious it just vanished!..
I miss it so much. Man life is just a big, fat, dirty, smelly arsehole!

I watched Donnie Darko with the commentary on last night and the entire first season of futurama. I can't believe how exciting i am sometimes.

I have a new cell number. If you want it, email me. I might even give it to you.