R.I.P.
My dear green-possibly-blue '96 Volvo... I thank you for all the places you have taken me, and am thankful for all that we've seen together. I will remember even the most excruciating squeaks sounding from your worn-out breaks, and the way the wipers never did wipe the driver's side of the windshield even in the most unforgiving rainstorms. I'm sorry that I let Jason smoke inside of you.
I'm also sorry that we never listened to great music because I lost the iTrip. But your casette player was broken, so it was your fault too.
Hopefully, something good will come out of all this...(?)
Jason and I just got on a canoe after making sure the car was towed away.
Morale is a little low right now. Sent the cute one in the canoe away today... But I can't help but be so happy when I think back on this week that has been nothing short of perfect. Besides the accident. But I'm glad he was there for the accident too! (and not hurt!)
Also, I know it's dangerous to have thoughts like this... But I wanna run away to New York for the weekend.
I am having some scary realizations about "the Real World". One thing is for sure... In the workplace, there are ears and eyes everywhere.
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