Predator

It's exceptionally late (for me at least) and I can't sleep. I know I'll hate myself when the alarm goes off in the morning. So, in the meantime, I blog.

When I bought my new Honda Accord EX V6 (in super-sleek graphite) I knew that new sunglasses was an absolute must. My old Arnette Catfish simply wouldn't do a car like that justice. I found a pair of chrome Revos, but Liz vetoed the acquisition when she found out they were $200.

Fortunately, my mom traded in her Honda for a new one (same car, same color as mine. Do you believe that? What nerve. Our driveway looks like a twinkie package). This earned me another $50 referral fee from the dealership. So that, plus my earnings from my phone auctioned on Ebay, I went and bought a pair of Ray Ban Predators.

You have to understand that my head is large and my face leans towards the "roudish" side. So picking sunglasses that look halfway decent on me is very difficult. However, these glasses seem to be tailored to my cranium's specs. They were slight cheaper than the initial pair of Revos, but still too much for Liz. Sometimes, you just gotta' do something that makes you happy.

Haunted

Some times I'm haunted by objects I want. For example, the older I get the more I've come to respect BMW as the ultimate car. Even a simple 3 series would completely satisfy me (even though I'm secretly in love with the 5s). Prior to my wife becoming pregnant I had made up my mind that I was going to buy a BMW. On the Friday before the weekend I was to go make the transaction, she broke the news that she was with child. There went he BMW...

Now I drive a brand new Honda Accord EX V6. It's also a very pimp car - with the leather, heated seats, XM Satellite radio, sun roof and the 16 inch rims. At the same time I bought the Accord, I convinced my wife to trade her vehicle in for a brand new Honda Element (they fuckin' rock). Long story short, when her license plates arrived at the dealership and I went to go pick them up, it had the letters BMW in it. What the fuck? Is God taunting me about my passion for Bavarian automotive engineering? Did I do something really bad in a past life? Oh well. I had to laugh it off. I'm pretty happy with my car. But some day I will have my BMW.