Yet another car post
Dear dear Hondie,
I apoligize for taking you for granted. I'm sorry I let people leave their beer cans lying on the floor. I know it's inexcusable to allow plastic cups to litter your beautiful interior. Especially when one had 2 tablespoons of milk left in it that sat in the hot sun for 2 days and made you smell like rotten baby diaper. To show that cup a lesson I gave it away to never be seen again. :( I'm sorry I didn't take you for your oil change like I promised you on Saturday. If Amber had taken me to you I probably would have made it there. But instead I ended up going to the mall, to a bar, to a restaurant, and it just got completely blown off. Then later I allowed my friends and I bar smoky selves to polute your seats all the way home just to crash you into a garage door. I felt sick with worry all that night (so sick I got sick in the bathroom and had to use a plunger) and the next day I could hardly live with myself. I promise when I get you back that I will:
Get your oil changed
armor-all inside
vacume
go through a good car wash
clean your junk out of yo trunk
park you next to your favorite cars at work, even if I have to get there early to do so.
and look into some maintenance as soon as i finish off paying your stupid...err i mean very lovely deductible.
Now not to make you laugh Hondie but you have to see what I'm stuck with until we meet again.
This thing is going to kill me. I can't get onto highways with it like I can with you. I'm now one of those get in the far right hand lane cars so that I can build up enough umppff to get in another lane. I can't cross lanes of traffic with finesse. I can't drive in the wind over 55 without losing control of the car. And sometimes I can't even drive against the east winds. Oh and making it go a normal 70 seems to make it drink insane amounts of gas because already I'm almost to half a tank. What does this piece of shit hold? 7 gallons? It had better. Oh and I know I've probably blown your speakers, Hondie, but this piece makes it sound like my pat green is playing in a card board box in the trunk.
In summation, I miss you Hondie and I vow to treat you the way you deserve to be treated.
I love you from your headlights to your taillights,
Sarah
I apoligize for taking you for granted. I'm sorry I let people leave their beer cans lying on the floor. I know it's inexcusable to allow plastic cups to litter your beautiful interior. Especially when one had 2 tablespoons of milk left in it that sat in the hot sun for 2 days and made you smell like rotten baby diaper. To show that cup a lesson I gave it away to never be seen again. :( I'm sorry I didn't take you for your oil change like I promised you on Saturday. If Amber had taken me to you I probably would have made it there. But instead I ended up going to the mall, to a bar, to a restaurant, and it just got completely blown off. Then later I allowed my friends and I bar smoky selves to polute your seats all the way home just to crash you into a garage door. I felt sick with worry all that night (so sick I got sick in the bathroom and had to use a plunger) and the next day I could hardly live with myself. I promise when I get you back that I will:
Get your oil changed
armor-all inside
vacume
go through a good car wash
clean your junk out of yo trunk
park you next to your favorite cars at work, even if I have to get there early to do so.
and look into some maintenance as soon as i finish off paying your stupid...err i mean very lovely deductible.
Now not to make you laugh Hondie but you have to see what I'm stuck with until we meet again.
This thing is going to kill me. I can't get onto highways with it like I can with you. I'm now one of those get in the far right hand lane cars so that I can build up enough umppff to get in another lane. I can't cross lanes of traffic with finesse. I can't drive in the wind over 55 without losing control of the car. And sometimes I can't even drive against the east winds. Oh and making it go a normal 70 seems to make it drink insane amounts of gas because already I'm almost to half a tank. What does this piece of shit hold? 7 gallons? It had better. Oh and I know I've probably blown your speakers, Hondie, but this piece makes it sound like my pat green is playing in a card board box in the trunk.
In summation, I miss you Hondie and I vow to treat you the way you deserve to be treated.
I love you from your headlights to your taillights,
Sarah
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