…annnnd time! I own a car. At some point the amount of work you could have becomes much greater than what you can have by taking buses and trains and shit. It’s a 1995 Ford Paidfor (Bart’s Joke), 111,000 miles put on it by a close friend and sister of Army Spc. Tommy Pritchard. Someone who really really really takes care of her posessions.
…annnnd time! I own a car. At some point the amount of work you could have becomes much greater than what you can have by taking buses and trains and shit. It’s a 1995 Ford Paidfor (Bart’s Joke), 111,000 miles put on it by a close friend and sister of Army Spc. Tommy Pritchard. Someone who really really really takes care of her posessions. It was loved, the transmission’s still tight, acceleration’s still tight. For how nice it is, I was a given a total deal and would like to publicly thank Ms. P. for that. I’m 34 and I bought my first car, how about that? You read it here first on Schadenfreude.net…I tried to post it on LAist, but they said they didn’t give a shit. The Post-Production Team of Fashionista Diaries pointed out that the car was bought with Fashionista money, so they named the car after the main chick in the show. It’s kind of perfect. The car is kind of perfect. Thank you Conner for being conscientious enough to open the door to puke the night I got her.
