Hi. I’m Molly. Welcome to my blog.
With formalities out of the way, let me be honest. I have no cute babies. I wish I did, but that would require getting pregnant. Or stealing a baby (stealing is wrong. don’t steal babies) It’s just too much hassle for blog fodder. Sorry peeps. And even though I aspire to be an awesome chick with the ability to write witty posts while a baby is attached to her boob, that simply isn’t the case right now.
So what do I have?
A CAR! (and a dog. and a little sister. but that comes later)
Shut up mom. I can see you rolling your eyes.
Here’s how it all went down…
I turned 16, straightened my hair, passed my Permit Test (with one question wrong because I can’t discern my Right from Left. whoops) took a smoking hot picture, and procced to freak the fuck out because Um HI! I have a permit and holy crap cars go fast and Im gunna dieeeeeee. and I can’t tell my left from my right and did I mention I have serious anxiety about yellow lights?
I took a deep breath. and proceeded to avoid driving for a year, until my 17th Birthday. My mom sewed me this adorable summer bag (pictures to come) and said “Oh look. I made a zippered pocket. It’s the first time I’ve made a zippered pocked. Isn’t that zippered pocket cool” (hello. dead horse? put down the stick)
So I looked in the pocket and there was a silver heart keychain with KEYS attached. I think I said something alone the lines of “YOU ARE KIDDING ME” followed by “Where is Ashton Kutcher. I am totally getting punked” Except I wasn’t, I was just the proud new owner of a super old white volvo wagon. I promptly named him Vincent.
He’s a piece of crap. But he’s MY piece of crap.
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