BABY IS CAR.
I never thought I would give a hoot about cars. Previously I’ve felt like, I would please like car with have Wheels and put gas into and get me to Place. But after living in LA for a few years, I suddenly CARE. And suddenly, my Civic felt like it no longer matched me. It felt like college Bekah who lived in old man sweaters from Goodwill. Lady Bekah must take meetings and also names while blasting Taylor Swift and songs from Ragtime the Musical and Rap Music through a nice sound system. And so I found lady Bekah car, a VW Jetta SE with leather interior / bluetooth / reverse cameras / great gas mileage / powerful engine / other things that are good and I can’t believe I even know what they are. What’s the best, save some counseling from boyfriend and brother, I done negotiated and got myself this car ALL BY MY BIG LADY SELF.
FOR MY NEXT TRICK, I WON’T (PROBABLY WILL) SCRATCH IT.