Pimp My Ride

Oh the pressure is intense when you drive a fancy car. I never realized it before. I actually caught myself yesterday contemplating the need to put on makeup before I went out to run errands, cause I wanted to look all hot in my new Green Fancy Car (did I mention before? It's a Mitsubishi Eclipse). It has a sun roof, and yesterday I was stopped behind a truck at a redlight listening to Marilyn Manson's cover of "Tainted Love" (which is way way cool, by the way, and only available on the Not Another Teen Movie soundtrack) and I noticed the guy in front of me "checkin' me out." When you're as ancient as I am (I'm not really that old, it's hyperbole) and as married to a big guy whose presence usually discourages too much active flirtation from other guys, it's really fun to be eyeballed in traffic. So I was feeling very cool. Then the CD changed into playing Rick James' "Superfreak". I really like that mix someone (mmmm could it be me?) made for my driving pleasure. I find myself thinking up reasons to go out and run errands or something.

Hopefully this vanity will pass. It IS after all, just a car. But I never knew that it was so fun to have a cool car! I mean, J, my best friend, has one of the all time coolest cars in the world (a ruby red new Mini Cooper) and riding in it was fun, but with it not being mine, I just didn't get that same vibe. Now I get it. I added a leopard skin (faux, thank you) seat cover to my side yesterday (leather seats are sweaty, man!). So it's pimpin. Now I just need a forty and a beeyatch. (I guess I don't really need the beeyatch, but maybe every now and then I'll call someone my beeyatch. Maybe I'll call Keval that later today. That'll be funizzle.)

Okay. I'm really sorry about the lame attempts to use ghetto language in the last paragraph. I know it's not at all natural coming from me. But my native faux accents don't translate well to text (I can do a great Irish, and southern bell.)

So, since I can't think of a catchy way to end this entry, I'll just do it abruptly.

*p.s. Spellcheck is so funny. It wanted to replace beeyatch with bewitch and funizzle with fungal. And Mistubishi? It's mitzvah. Mazel Tov to you, too!