An economical four door sedan...

I love my economical four door sedan. It runs great and gets great mileage. I realize that it is not a luxury sedan but it is far from a clunker. Brent bashed me the other day; he made me feel only two feet tall when he saw my white sedan in the parking lot. He simply looked at it and quipped: "This is a symbol of success...this car tells me that you made it."

I argued with Brent about his sidearm bash. He was simply suggesting that I could do better. In other words Brent felt that my economical four door sedan was tantamount to me traipsing around with a pretty girl with some fat around her gut. He wanted me to trim the fat but he didn't tell me a way to go about it. Brent, in short, bashed the fuck out of me. He left me reeling...I needed to make more money so that I could drive the hot chick of automobiles. He said that right now the economical sedan was good for me and not that bad. Brent implied I that I needed to move up from my frumpy girl of a car, and said that life was all about getting ahead at whatever the cost. He then told me that I shouldn't settle for a Moshkovich.

I told Brent that I am well on my way. I have a blog that hardly anyone reads and it will only grow in readership as I cross my fingers. He tells me to take steps to get my blog out there. I tell him that I am too tired. He then gives me my keys to my sedan and I drive off into the night. No one can see me in the dark anyways.