  i'm in love. her name is scion. you can also call her xA. i don't necessarily want a new car. my car looks so sad sitting in the driveway. she knows i'm thinking about another car. she knows. the pleading headlights... the dull shine on her hood... she's got that look. "what about the good times? " she asks. "cmon, another spin? " "I'm only a social smoker; I'll quit for you! Just one more chance.
Please? " I got serious about it today. I applied for a car loan. I've already built my car online. Twice. The only thing i can't decide is blue or phantom gray. She's a non-smoker. She doesn't drink... as much. The shy yet aggressive vroom. She's the short, quiet girl on the coed soccer team that just scored against the championship guy player. Wait. I'm crossing lines here... Ah, committment. I think I'm scared that if i get a new car, i lose all proof that i am capable of a long and committed relationship.
oh wait. i still have the horse. woo hoo! pipe dreams. so warm and cozy. so easy and distracting when one ought to be working on botanical illustration. "for the life of me, i cannot remember what made us think that we were wise and we'd never compromise..." 
