For as long as I can remember, my friends have been hounding me to go buy a car. Against my better judgement, I'm going to listen to them. So hopefully I will greet the new year in a spiffy new car - my very own and very first car. My previous 92 red Corolla was basically a hand-me-down from my mum, but this is going to be my first 'official' car. Can't wait actually, though I'm dreading where the fuck I am going to park it considering I live in an absolute dump filled with second hand cars.

I never thought that buying a car would be so hard. I just assumed I'd go into a car showroom, tell the guy what I wanted the car to have, and the next day I'll be happily be driving my new baby home. But to my dismay, things aren't that simple. You have to check if it's a 1.3, 1.6,or 1.8 litre engine, if it has ABS and SRS and PMS, if it can read mp3 or just standard CDs - life isn't supposed to get this complicated. And don't even get me started on the things you have to check if you're buying a used car (which I'm not...I can't stand the thought of someone else having already driven my precious). Glancing at the classifieds today, there were so many ads with 'lady driven' in them - apparently this adds to the value of your car because 'lady driven' means 'well maintained' or some shit like that. Well, when I'm selling my car I'm going to write 'gay driven' which means 'well decorated'.

At the end of the day, I might just go and buy this - the ultimate str8 boy repellent.

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