June 3, 2002
Monday Grind
After a slow, but drug-filled weekend, it's back to work today. I'm bored as I sit here. I've got stuff to do, places to go, people to cruise, all away from here, and all within driving distance of say, L.A.? I swear, I was at Safeway yesterday, just buying some bread, and this really cute guy steps up behind me in line. He had dreamy blue eyes, and a pretty smile. I pay and leave. He pays and leaves. And we run into each other in the parking lot. He's eyeing my car (I promise the new car stories will stop soon) and then he eyes me in the driver's seat and he smiles again. Could there be a correlation between the number of offers one receives and the type or status of the car that person drives? If so, why the fucking fuck did I wait so long to get a new car???
I drove it all over the place and back this weekend. It's truly a joy. Today, I dropped it off for some final prep work before it's all mine, and they gave me a rental for the day. I thought that they would at least give me a VW or something similar. Nope. They gave me a Chevy Metro. How ghetto. My old Golf was faster and at least better looking than that thing. R had to take his Range Rover in for service, and then he came with me to the VW place. He could have had a Discovery for the day, but instead, we were both anticipating driving away in a Beetle. But noooooo. Dash our hopes to the door, and make me drive 45 m.p.h. on 101 because we were so afraid that it would otherwise melt down or something. Whatever. It's only for a day. And damn, three days of leather seats really does something to me! I'm so ashamed. Whatever.
