Car, Burr, 8er

Whoa. Guess what I just got. I got a new car (another one, rather). It's kind of girlie, but it'll do (see: 1997 Plymouth Breeze). It's got cruise control, damnit. I wasn't expecting it for another week, or, at the least, I thought I would have to put a LITTLE effort toward the aquisition. Anyway, it was a pretty seamless transition. I like it when the things I obsess about for days turn out to be so...so...effing simple (thanks mom and dad!).To celebrate, I am going to 8th Street Grill (DT Mpls) tomorrow (Thursday, December 30) and get me some chicken wings. Well, I'd probably have gone there anyway, so I cannot honestly assert that I'm going there to celebrate anything. Wait. Yes I can. I can do anything I want. I'm the youngest child. So there.Hubba Bubba Hubba Bubba Hubba Bubba Hubba Bubba Hubba Bubba Hubba Bubba Hubba Bubba Hubba Bubba Hubba Bubba Hubba Bubba Hubba Bubba Hubba Bubba Hubba Bubba Hubba Bubba Hubba Bubba Hubba Bubba Hubba Bubba Hubba Bubba Hubba Bubba Hubba Bubba Hubba Bubba Hubba Sheep Balls Bubba Hubba Bubba Hubba Bubba Hubba Bubba Hubba Bubba Hubba Bubba Hubba Bubba Hubba Bubba Hubba Bubba Hubba Bubba Hubba Bubba Hubba Bubba Hubba Bubba Hubba Bubba Hubba Bubba Hubba Bubba Hubba Bubba Hubba Bubba Hubba Bubba Hubba Bubba Hubba Bubba Hubba Bubba Hubba BubbaLove,Jason Smith. On Main Street. Yeah. That's me.