I am a rare creature indeed in that the *less* important something is the *more* time I seem to lavish on it. I can spend an hour debating over the various merits of a mocha frescato vs an amaretto one. waste eons deciding on menus, nail varnish, adjectives and socks; Millennia on penny sweets. And then bought a car on ebay in a couple of seconds. Christ. And seeing how my parents bought a house in a day, I guess it’s genetic. Still, now I am armed with une voiture! wooha! And when I switched it on it started playing Muse at me; twas love at first sound. I get urges to run outside and pet it.
It was scary tho. My first unaccompanied trip consisted of 40 minutes driving out of the outskirts of London in the dark in an unfamiliar car on huge roads just after rush hour. Very much thrown in at the deep end but I (and the beast) survived. And yes the beast – for it is identical to the baby but with two more doors. And another thing, the insurance lady drove me nuts with the car doors. 4 + 1 = 5. FIVE goddamnit…
And as thought of the day, why do blaspheming swearwords not merit an ”*”, for I’ve never ever seen it in my life and I was wondering.
eg. “Chr*stw*gg*ns”, “Chr*st-on-a-B*ke”