Now I just got to remember to stop drinking
Fri, 18 Jan 2008.
For those that don’t know, I have my car now. A week ago, I was stressing over it and now I have it and it drives fine but I need to read the manual to see how to actually make it play MP3s and I need to stop myself from buying a $500 GPS unit because I like gadgets and this would be a nice gadget.
There must be people out there who think $500 is a small price to pay to silence the back-seat driver in the car. I would agree but luckily my mother is on the other side of the Pacific Ocean and even though she’s loud, she’s not THAT loud.
Haven’t taken any photos of it, probably won’t. Why? Because I feel kind of goofy doing so. Also? Not referring to it in the feminine form, not naming it, and not baby-talking to it.
I’m happy with how it drives, the road noise is bearable and all the bings and boops that it makes are informative but not annoying. I have to say the biggest annoyance is that I have to swipe a card to get in and out of my apartment building’s parking lot and I liked my other building that gave me a garage door opener. That is like 800 kinds of awesome right there.
Anyway, never let it be said that I’m not sentimental. This morning I parked my Jetta next to somebody else’s Jetta and I was all, “Yay! They can be friends!”
this is cute: This morning I parked my Jetta next to somebody else’s Jetta and I was all, “Yay! They can be friends!”
cute. can you bear with that classification, jack?
Are you kidding me? I constantly refer to myself as cute. There have been numerous occasions where I’d even (jokingly) assert that I’m cute. :D
Paid about AU$400 for GPS for Mum - it’s a clever device (Tomtom One), but it doesn’t compare to knowing the roads in the first place, and as a man, carrying it around so it doesn’t get stolen is hard without a man-bag to hold it in.
(What? you thought I’d say “as a man you shouldn’t ask for directions”? well, that too. duh.)