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| Probably would be more interesting if I posed like an import model |
I survived 3 months in LA without a car, but I'm ready to reclaim my independence.
It's definitely possibly, but I was tired to depending on my friends. I was done shivering waiting for a bus that would never come. I was done being cheap and picky. And I was done with slimy car dealers and shady private sellers.
I've been so frustrated with the situation that I just threw my cash at a whole seller and bought a sexy 2009 Toyota Corolla that was 2K above my budget. It helped that the dude who sold it to me was really really cute. He had a charming subtle Jerseyan accent and his smooth slick tongue sold me. He sounded honest, but that's just a sign that he was a good car salesman.
He was smart, he knew I liked it, played it cool. Did NOT pressure me and left it as, "if you don't buy it someone else will." And of course, I called back that fucker up after visiting one other dealership.
Wow, a grown up car. Not a toy jeep? After realizing that I was basically risking my life if I purchased something for the mere image, I decided to be practical. And I'm going to use this car to the ground.
Insurance upgrade: FULL COVERAGE
As I sit in my 321 home, I'm paranoid about the hoodlums that think it's hilarious to those bricks at shiny things. I WISH I HAD A GARAGE! I'm terrified of scratches. I'm dreading opening my door next to high curbs. I'm putting post-its all over my dash board that read, "DRIVE SLOWER" and hanging my rosary on my review mirror. The Catholic in me believes it was the reason I walked out of the accident only only an air bag burn and more swag in my walk.
Woo. Now that I can check that off my list, I can concentrate on Christmas and planning a Ski trip.
I need to buy a Christmas tree for the house. I want 321 to smell Christmas-y. A truck would have been perfect to pick it up.... damn it.
