I'll just skip the obvious ode to the Lady Gaga reference* and continue on to "Look everyone! There's a huge hole on the underbelly of my car!!!!1!one!"
But seriously this is a huge hole and it makes it so that wherever I drive, I am scorned. People hear my car from miles away and think I am one of those wannabe-pseudo-bad-ass people that do this to their car on purpose. Alas, this is not so. I am so from pseudo-bad-ass that the highlight of my days when I am alone is to watch Dexter or some other series. I was into The Tudors before that and can't even remember before. When people are around though, I am semi-normal.
That hole makes it so the world hears me coming. It makes me feel uncomfortable as well because at any moment, an ill-flung rock could hamper my habit of getting around with my car. As I am sure you all know, my bike was stolen in May (I think) and since that awful day, I have had 2 modes of transportation: my beautious Hyundai Elantra or my feet. And while my feet are dependable, they do not offer air conditioning. (insert major drawback)
*Listen to this song if you live under a broken down car and haven't heard it yet: Poker Face by Lady Gaga
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I was going to send this song to my friend with a broken car... but it had nothing to do with broken cars... alas!
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