Mr. Cellophane

In a location adjacent to a place in a city of some significance, what comes out of my head is plastered on the walls of this blog.

Wednesday, August 31, 2011

When I set off on this car buying odyssey, I was just expecting to get a nice car for a good price.

Little did I know I'd have to deal with credit unions, loan applications, insane waiting periods and the pressure of actually picking a fucking car. If my job doesn't kill me from stress, getting a new car surely will.

I honestly don't think I've ever been more nervous about anything in my entire life. I just want a fucking car. Four fucking wheels and a seat! I shouldn't have to spend every waking moment scared shitless.



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