She wants it for the purpose of driving around with her homies and all.
I want it for a variety of reasons.
It starts with me being able to go on long drives on dinosaur-powered magic from Singapore to Bedok just so I can have ba chor mee. Okay who am I kidding, I'm really thinking about Timbre when I wrote this.
It starts with me being able to play all my favourite songs in my car and break my neck jamming to them as I whip ma hair back and forth and threaten the safety of fellow road users when the chorus of Daisy from Brand New plays.
If you happen to be affiliated with BBDC and you are stumbling upon this, please note that I am actually a meticulous darling. I arrange my wardrobe in segments of color, and in the color segment they would be arranged by sleeve length, and in the sleeve length segment they would be arranged by apparel length.
So yes jesus christ I will be meticulous as shit when I drive k.
(sidenote: holy fuck it is 2.20am and it sounds like someone is outside my door trying to steal my shoes. COME BACK WHEN YOU HAVE SIZE 3 FEET ASSHOLES. YOU CAN LEAVE YOUR RECOMMENDATIONS OF STORE STOCKING SIZE 3 SHOES AT THE DOOR THANK YOU)
Whooosh I'm a puff of wind. I am a wind carrier. I AM AN AVATAR. WINDBENDER.
To carry on.
It starts with me being able to drive out my grandma because whenever we go out, I know she wants to buy certain things but my aunt will discourage her to because she has so many of it already. And I know my place as a filial, respectful (unnecessary info) niece means I should keep quiet.
And I know my place as a sexy redhead (also unnecessary info) salaried adult means I can bring my grandma back to these places (if I drive I'd be able to surprise her without giving her the end location) and buy whatever she wanted to buy, one in every color!
Woohoo! And then I can send her home heh heh. Life goals!
And it ends with being able to drive to meet everyone I ever wanted to meet who is lazy or is dotaing at home or doing some other crap less interesting than going out for a drink with me.
Although the drinking sort of kills the driving bit.
Dammit I need better thought out posts.
I could imagine you right now, cursing the unmeticulous and (abundant as fuck) careless drivers that can't keep in lane, to the deepest depths of their souls as you politely not sound the horn of your car so as not to shock the other innocent drivers and their poor weak hearts. Then ranting it all out to the next person you see or talk to. Also imagining that red head bobbing to the shots of a kick drum. Nice. Hahahaha. - UnicornSlayer
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