gatsby is king

here i am, wearing a dope ass outfit, feeling like hot shit, wondering why i haven't blogged in such a while. i mean, it hasn't been a shortage of a life, that's for sure.

okay, okay, i know. something you will all be able to understand and care deeply about, i'm sure.

my sister hates my car. our car. it's also her car, if i'm being totally honest with you, which i'm sort of hesitant about, but here we go. she hates it and she's embarrassed of it. erin will remember (woah! name dropping!) her tireless crusade against it during a summer-time rantfest she decided to appear in a few days ago. it was disgusting. she basically said: it's embarrassing we have such a shitty car meghan because my friends are so much better than it.

WHAAA?!


it was one of those few moments when you can actually see the RESPECT-O-METER in your head ding down three or four points. you know, i'm the first to admit it's a piece of shit. i will readily warn fellow passengers about its inexhaustible stench, its impractability (removable cupholders, one-way-to-lock security system, broken cassette player, no CD player, etc) and its old age. but for her to say that it's "sketchy" and that her friends have called it "sketchy" is simply an insult to her character, not gatsby's. in my opinion, it questions not the beauty of our car but rather the friends in which she chooses to keep and the superficiality of her priorities. so, if she'd rather not be seen in it, i don't really get why i keep being told to pick her up. she can be picked up by her mommy in her mommy's honda cr-v. right?!!?

BA BA BAM.... this has been nice.