I have a car.
I get it delivered in two to three weeks and can't wait.
I'm excited because it's a black shiny luxury car my mom's bosses boss just had lying around and doesn't use so he gave it to me on a cheap ass discount.
I'm excited because along with a/c and power everything it has heated seats ensuring that I'll have the toastiest ass in town come winter.
I'm excited that the inner ADD kid will be pleased with the 6- cd changer ensuring CONSTANT music rotation for my ears.
I'm excited that the inner tree loving hippy side of me will enjoy the sunroof allowing beams of the gorgeous Okanagan sun to shine on me.
I'm excited that my morales were bent but not mangled for the fact that I don't like buying things that are leather. And it has leather seats. But since my parents bought it for me and I am just paying it back, it's really not My conscience now is it?
But more importantly I'm excited to get benind the wheel and let my mouth go wild. Only when driving wil I spill out enough foul language that no mom would have enough soap in her cupboard to wash it out. I have nooooo shame. And I love it in the most delicious, crude way. So everyone in bloggerville is invited to come for a ride in my car when I get it (and Steph I'll even chauffeur you around!) but don't be surprised if when riding shotgun and listening to my main man Jay-Z you hear
"So I was thinking this weekend we'll go to the Grotto and get a group together and maybe
YOU MOTHERFUCKING COCKSUCKING TWATFACED CUNTFACED WHORE FUCKING INBRED IDIOT. YOU FUCKING CUT ME OFF AGAIN AND YOU'LL BE LICKING MY FUCKING FENDER AND LOVING IT. FUCKFACE!!!!!!!"
....afterwards we'll head over to the new resteraunt downtown and get a bite to eat. I hear they have great tapas."
I can't wait