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Okay, so the title isn't too creative. For some reason, I really can't think of anything better. Kind of sad, but never mind that. So, anyway, my brother (ha, I bet you thought I was going to say me!) needed to get a new car. The radiator in his old one (and by old, I mean 1992 Ford Taurus) blew out. He said it might have had something to do with him racing someone down the interstate at 120 mph in a car that wasn't meant to really go about 65. So, yeah, we went around several dealerships, and he fell in love with a 2005 Chevy Impala. I had to cosign for him in order to be able to get it. He darn well better make his payments, or I'm going to kick his a--. He's rather upset that my name is going to be on the title to the car, something about how he thinks I might try to take the car away from him. I think that's ridiculous, but what can you do? I can't make him stop being paranoid about such things. I can't drive, so I really don't have any use for a car. That, and I walk just about everywhere I go. That's one of the big things that's been going on. There's another, but I'll save that one for next time. Later y'all.
 Genichiro Ookami · Tue Feb 24, 2009 @ 06:29am · 0 Comments |
