Ok, that's it.

*reality check*

Time to burst my own bubble and realize that one little blurp in my friend's PoD does not make me a famous person. And the PoD does nothing more then to make me crazier in terms of wanting to soop up my car. Bad PoD . Bad bad bad.

*end reality check*

Today, *gasp* i actually picked up reading material that i had that WASN'T about cars. (This is when everyone stands up and cheers for me at Car Addicts Anonymous). I'm crazy. I know. But i seriously have a right to be.

The PoD said it best. I spend more money on my car then any guy would spend on their girlfriend. You should be fucking jealous. But it's like this: Who's there for me in the morning to take me to work? Who looks DAMN good anytime of the day? Who gets other girls jealous when they see me?

All those can be answered with my car.

Yes, that's the final straw that broke the camel's back. I've nothing left to cling in life to except for a material thing.

Show me a girl who can be faithful and caring and deserves the attention that I can give... and i'll show you a wedding ring.