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So, because shelling out over half my life's savings for a house wasn't groin-grabbingly terrifying enough, I've also bought a car. Look at me, Ma, I'm stimulating the economy! IN YOUR FACE, ECONOMIC DEPRESSION! This has been a money-hemorrhaging week, and I expect I will have to eat generic ramen and use furniture made entirely out of cinderblocks and 2x4's for the next couple years.
Though it took place over a much shorter period of time (I spent about a month and a half looking for a house; I spent roughly five days looking for a used car) it was actually more stressful than buying the house. I don't particularly like to drive, and I know jackshit about cars; my main priority is that they start and stop when I tell them to. Plus, ample trunk space for moving… things.
( The art of naming possessions, flesh-eating plants, and some swimming discussion. )
While driving home at a crawl on 495 yesterday, I found myself behind a car that had a bumper sticker depicting a human and a horse locked in a most tender and sensuous embrace, advertising a site called www.equiscovery.com, with some text along the lines of "Promoting the Human/Horse relationship." I spent the next twenty minutes pondering whether it was meant to imply something innocent or sordid, and nearly pulled alongside to ask the driver through a series of vulgar miming actions that would have probably gotten me arrested. (Though maybe not. It was Virginia, after all.)
Alas, he took a different exit. But when I got home, I discovered it is actually a site based on equine-assisted life coaching. Which is very different than what I expected, but hilarious in a different way. Huzzah!
Though it took place over a much shorter period of time (I spent about a month and a half looking for a house; I spent roughly five days looking for a used car) it was actually more stressful than buying the house. I don't particularly like to drive, and I know jackshit about cars; my main priority is that they start and stop when I tell them to. Plus, ample trunk space for moving… things.
( The art of naming possessions, flesh-eating plants, and some swimming discussion. )
While driving home at a crawl on 495 yesterday, I found myself behind a car that had a bumper sticker depicting a human and a horse locked in a most tender and sensuous embrace, advertising a site called www.equiscovery.com, with some text along the lines of "Promoting the Human/Horse relationship." I spent the next twenty minutes pondering whether it was meant to imply something innocent or sordid, and nearly pulled alongside to ask the driver through a series of vulgar miming actions that would have probably gotten me arrested. (Though maybe not. It was Virginia, after all.)
Alas, he took a different exit. But when I got home, I discovered it is actually a site based on equine-assisted life coaching. Which is very different than what I expected, but hilarious in a different way. Huzzah!
