life without mr. car

since i wrecked my car, i've come to realize what a blessing he really was. i have to get up at 6 am. errday.
hold up. this is the first time i've really thought about it. i have to process.
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SIX IN THE MORNING. seis a la manana. i am literally living the commodores' zoom. i wake up with the sun each morning, and i walk amongst the stars at night, because any night finding me in my bed--i love my bed. and it loves me. any time i have to leave his warmth, i swear i hear him calling me back. "deven...hey, girl, where you going...? no, baby...come back. lay down. i love you. baby, please..." just like that. can you blame me for oversleeping sometimes? it's like a siren call from sleep experts. (you may have noticed that for whatever reason, many of the inanimate objects in my life are male. so mr. bed, mr. car, mr. ipod, etc.) but. i digress--any night finding me in my bed before 10:30 pm is a blessing.
so. count with me. i'm in bed, tank topped and boy-shorted, at 10:30. let's say it takes 30 minutes for me to fall asleep, for the sake of argument, and because i'm bad at math. it's a gross lie, because i fall asleep immeeediately. so i'm getting, on average, 8 hours of sleep.
now. y'all might think i'm crazy for complaining. "eight hours of sleep? i'd make a puppy pull a freight train for eight hours of sleep err night."
actually. i should be pleased. dangit! i came on here to rant and now i gotta rescind it.
fine. what was i talking about anyway?
right. mr. car.
we passed by the collision repair place he's at (he's still not being worked on) and as we passed, deren was like, "WOW, you really messed him up...wooow...i bet mr. car hates you."
thanks, deren.
nothing like a little sister to put the cherry on top of what is already a bad situation. and she wonders why i beat her mercilessly when i can get away with it.

(sidebar: deren does not know the words to songs. any of them. we were singing minnie ripperton's love, stop making a fool of me last night, and she was like, "you're just a *something-mumble-something* AND I KNOW THAT III SHOULD BE LOOKING FOR MORE..." i could tell her, and i have tried, until i was blue in the face--no mean feat--that it was "a lover out to score," but she will continue in her somethings. she has sang entire songs that consisted of somethings. except the one line she did know. if you ever wondered what was wrong with me, deren messed my psyche up.)

but yeah.
i miss my car sum'n fierce.