I know, it's been a long time since my last post. (Over 24 hours!) I apologize to anyone who has gone through withdrawal without a regular update. To the rest of you who might have been hoping that I'd finally decided to slow down my posting habits... I'll just say that it's not likely. Too bad, so sad, get mad, call... dad?

Getting off topic. Sorry.

For the first time in a while it was not raining after supper. I decided to clean out my car which had gone a number of months accumulating rubbish. I was so busy with work and other activities that I ignored the garbage until it was too much to handle.

I know what you're thinking. "He's going to write about how this compares to everyday activities taking up all our time and letting garbage build up in our lives as a result." YOU'RE WRONG! Bwa ha ha ha ha ha... There is no need to me to write about it since you knew it would be coming.

The sole purpose of this blog is for me to whine about my car. It's a '94 Mazda Protegé like the one in the picture.

It is how I define "boring car". It has a boring shape, boring acceleration, boring colors and boring wheels. The only part that's not boring is the horn, and not in a good way. It's fruity. Imagine a giant orange rolling down the street. If that orange honked its horn, it would sound like my car. I have done a couple things to make it a little more interesting. I added a cool steering wheel cover and some flaming floor mats. It doesn't help at all. Now I have a boring car that tries to be cool and fails.

In the end though, it's going to burn anyway. When I'm in heaven, the fact that my car was fruity is not going to bother me. I guess that's why I am content to drive it until it dies. Getting a nicer car would be a waste of money that could be put to such better use.