Hey, yeah, so here's the thing.

[apocalypsos]

All right, so maybe that black Impala wasn't going to be for sale.

I may have seen a much nicer version for sale on someone's lawn on the ride back from my brother's graduation.

*headsmack*

For the record, not only did I squee like an idiot, my brother now thinks I'm an even bigger geek than I was before, especially after I explained to him why I was squeeing. The sad thing is that there's no way in hell I have good enough credit to get any car, much less a classic Impala in decent condition, but that's not going to stop me from trying if it IS an Impala. Seriously, this is the second time in a week. By now, somebody's trying to tell me something.

After the graduation, we went to the Olive Garden to have lunch, and for some reason my father spent the last half of the meal telling urinal anecdotes. Speaking as someone who was eating mussels in this yellow wine sauce, I can't begin to describe how happy I was that I finished eating before he started talking.

And now I have to take the tape of last week's GA to my mom so she can watch it. When they picked me up, as soon as I got in the car, I got:

Dad: "Did you watch Grey's Anatomy?"
Me: "Yup."
Dad: "Did you cry?"
Me: "Oh, yeah."
Dad: "Me, too."

*snickers*

Comments

[rose-in-texas.livejournal.com]

I think you're supposed to have a black Impala. If it matters, since you don't know me. Hi! I've been lurking! Mind if I friend you?

[faith21.livejournal.com]

You're not the only one with obsessive fanish tendencies - one person in my neighborhood has a (jackass) yellow Xterra, someone else has a black Lebaron. If I ever see them parked outside the same house, I may die.