So here is the what’s what: The Chevy, at least in my mind, is officially dead. It was running OK for a while after the accident (I could at least deal with the fact that the car’s suspension felt like it was constructed of used Slinkies) today driving home the engine just shat all over me. You press the pedal and weird things happen. Sometimes is doesn’t work. Sometimes it works all too well (and then doesn’t want to work again). Every minute longer I drive that thing brings me closer to death.

Luckily, today when my car decided to give me a big “fuck you” I was coming home from a Mazda dealership. That’s right folks, I went car shopping on my own. Well, not completely on my own. My boss had said she was looking at the Mazda 3 and she really liked it. I went down with Emmy from work and we took a look at said Mazda 3. And didn’t I really like it. We spent about 3 hours playing with them. I went home. The car drove like a piece of shit. Time for action people. I talked it out with my folks and tomorrow I am most likely going home with a new car. My first new car. And it will be awesome. I’m super psyched. But so as to not ruin anything I’ll leave the rest of my story for another day, hopefully when I’ll have my own car.