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Well, I drove it home. I don’t want it. I don’t like it. It just isn’t me.
Nick said that rich people drive Lincolns and that now we’ll look rich. I told him I didn’t want to be something I’m not. I don’t feel comfortable in it. It doesn’t “fit.”
It just seems so extravagant. It seems like a lot of money for something that just gets you from one place to another.
It just felt all wrong. I get those feelings sometimes, like something just isn’t right. Maybe it’s just this rainy, gloomy day. I don’t know. I just wish I’d gotten the Probe instead. I wish I’d gotten something more economical.
Why do some people care so much about the car they drive? What’s the deal with that? What makes the difference if it’s a lincoln or a chevette? If it gets you where you need to go, it’s a good car.
I don’t understand this at all.
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Hi, I saw a comment you made in BilliJean’s journal and went to see your journal. I liked what I saw so I’ve added you as a friend…I hope you don’t mind.
I don’t mind at all. I like new friends. I’ll check out your journal tomorrow night. I’m off to the city for the weekend now.