Mood: HAPPY! (And sick. . .and poor. . .)

You won't really understand the reference unless you have properly witnessed the Nintendo64 Kid in all his wonderfully spazzy glory; either way though, it gets the point across. I am now the proud owner of bright and shiny new silver 2003 Ford Focus! YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAY!!! XD Air conditioning, remote door-locks, anti-lock breaks, and some surprisingly expansive trunk space, my new car is very likely the sexiest/cutest thing I've ever owned. It feels like I'm driving a puffy little silver cloud of joy everywhere I go. I forgot to take some pictures of it with my digicam today, but I do have the one picture of it from the AutoTrader:

♥ New Car Love~ ♥

I'm going to ask a friend of my dad's who is an airbrusher to draw a little picture of a ninja on the side of it, because my car is simply that cool. While most of me is squealing over my new purchase, a little bit of me is feeling very sad and guilty when ever I drive up in it and see my old car sitting neglected and alone on the street. My poor Cavalier's little blinky red light that used to chirp hello to me so happily now seems very sad and depressed. . . :x You've served me well over the past four years, dear Binky. Now it's time to send you off to greener pastures. *Pat pat*

On the complete opposite side of the scale, however, I have fallen into a horrible, dingy sickness over the last few days of which I wish would very much go away and leave my nose and throat and other various sickly body parts alone. I was stupid and went to work on Monday where I nearly passed out at my till, had to be driven home, and spent the next twenty hours sleeping the not-so-much fun dizziness in my head away. -_-; I'm feeling better now, but my nose is still angry and my throat just started hurting again. *Sucks on a cherry Jolly Rancher because she despises the taste of actual throat drops*

OMGZ! Spike Joygasms. His own movie? I hope it's a lot of him being shirtless and crawling across a bed like a panther. *Salivates* I've said it once and I'll say it again, Joss Whedon is my god (and Spike is my naughty British sex kitten.)

Tomorrow Chelle and I are going shopping for a cute dress for me to wear to Rebecca's wedding~ Look at me, I've become such a horrible girlish girl. >_< *Ashamed* *Scrubs her skin with soap until it bleeds* Wash it off, wash it off! JK. I like my newfound femininity -- pink, floral, dresses, all of it.

Dirty quizzes I jacked from Seanathan's blog~

Who isn't? Rawr. *Paw paw* *Gets fingers stuck in tangles of green shag and all the little creatures living in it start to attack her*

I think I saw that slutty nighty at La Senza.

That's not sexy! *Sweatdrop* :x

I'm going to go sleep some more, or maybe make some cucumber salad. . .because cucumber salad is amazing and I'm craving it right now for some reason. . .and then maybe I'll read some more. I have so much stuff to read, but that's probably a good thing because it's only a matter of days until my new depressing $9000 car debt starts to sink in fully and I get all angsty and will need something to distract myself with.