ebchill

I’ve been a hermit for ten+ years now and I couldnt be happier!

we got this car because my husband wanted it and i thought, well gee, they featured it in Playboy so it must be okay… wrong!
it is loud as hell, i crack my head on the big metal things that stick out between the suicide doors when they are open at least once a week – must be why they are called suicide doors because a few cracks in succession and you could kill yourself, or be braindead anyway… and messy? i thought these plastic interiors would be great for dogs and little kids, but my dog has torn up the floor and my kid has spilled god knows what into the nether regions below where the seats hook into the floors and now we have fruit flies. i suppose this would happen with any car but since i was already unhappy with this one, it just adds fuel to my hatred. Also, people are constantly approaching me for a “look inside”. While I dislike being approached by strangers, it is a useful opportunity to tell them that my next car will be a Honda and they shouldnt waste their time.

This got easier when my parents moved and cleared out their vast library by dumping huge quantities of books on me and my brother.
Right now Im reading a history of Ancient Rome that my mother scrawled and highlighted all over in college. Fascinating!