I hate my little Kermit. It's a green Nissan Sentra. My dad bought it for me at an auction back in 03. Wait, scratch that, he had his EMPLOYEE bid on the car for me. Double Ugh! This is like the second time it's died at Blockbuster. Plus a bunch of other times. It's fine now though, my dad drove it home, giving me the stink eye the whole time for calling him up and bothering him.
Boo freakin hoo!
I can't speak to my dad at the moment, I might yell. So I was thinking about writing my dad a letter that started with, "Dad, it's me, if you love me, you will get me a new car..."
I'm bitter
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