kpduty

I have a problem. It's pretty serious.

See, I have a tendency to anthropomorphize things and become attached to them in an unhealthy way. The Husband teases me about it occasionally.

I have become attached to KelmeisterMobile 2.0. Even though the car is a total piece of shit; even though we spent almost $2000 at the beginning of the year trying to make it drivable and it's only worth $1200.

After I left the bank and got my CD and my fries, I drove back to work. My parking space was still free, which was a miracle of Biblical proportions. But as I gathered my stuff and locked the car, I realized this would be the last time I drove 2.0 to work. The last time I'd park it in the lot.

It made me sad.

Even though 2.0 is a piece of shit, it got The Husband and me to New York and back without any problems. We did alright to Nashville, although it did break down as we were preparing to head home. It never left us stranded. It always seemed to perk up when we got it an oil change or got it washed.

And what do we do in return? We give up on it. We would never have enough money to totally fix it to the point that'd it run like a top, and getting a new car was inevitable because of that. But I still feel guilty.

And that's fucking stupid, because it's a goddamned car.

It's unhealthy to become attached to things. This is how you end up with four hundred cats, or two boxes of X-FILES magazines in the basement.

I'll get over it. Especially after The Husband and I get to work cleaning the damned thing out tonight. God, what a pit. NO FOOD OR DRINK IN THE NEW CAR. AND EVERYONE MUST TAKE OFF THEIR SHOES WHEN THEY ENTER.

By the way, YEAR ZERO is all sorts of awesome.

See, I feel better already.

Nope, wait, there's a tear.

LAME!!!