so when we were looking at cars and talking about leases vs buying and stuff.. i told the guy at the dealership that i get really attached to my cars. that i fall in love with them. and it's true. i can honestly tell you that i care about my cars. and i can also tell you, that the insane part of me, thinks that my cars care about me back. lol no really. i take care of my car, and it takes care of me. we have a relationship. we look out for each other. my car CARES about my safety.
holy shit. i am totally fucking batshit crazy, aren't i?
yes, yes i am.
anyway, when i left sam at the dealership, i cried. and i'm still a little sad. i LOVED my jeep. i loved my sam. he was a good car. and i miss him. i have a lot of memories in that car. i think i would have kept him forever if i could have. holy crap, i'm going to cry again. pathetic.
moving on... you want to know what the first thing was that my mom and all my friends asked me when i told them we got a new car?
does it have a name yet?
hahah.. clearly, i'm easy to read.
do you name your cars or am i the only completely insane one around these parts?