so the fortuner's here. that's a relief, an insurance of sorts--because now, i can use the lancer without having to worry about crashing it and not having another car to use in case of emergency, haha. wha--?

basta.

papa let me drive around the neighborhood this morning. cool, right?! NOT! the neighborhood's a shitty place--literally. some crazed guy tends cows here, and his cows take dump all around the subdivision. nobody tells Mr. Cow Guy to make his cows take a dump somewhere else--he's crazy.

so anyway, there we were. sunny day, great mood for some lazy driving. then SPLAT, SPLAT, SPLAT! ewww! gross. cowpies everywhere. shit. and i mean shit.

when we got back home, papa made me clean the car. but he was all nice about it. i told him i ain't cleanin' those cowpies. so he just made me wipe the car windows and the doors. he did the DIRRRTTY work--cleaning the tires. haha.