remember when all i talked about was trying to sell my car? and then all about that one asshole guy who kept calling but wouldn't meet my price? guess who was waiting for us outside of mardens on sunday? mr. asshole. he's not at all what i expected, he's a total dork. he was waiting in his foolish civic with these big ass rims. he hollared from his pseudo pimp mobile if we were willing to sell. matt said yeah, and then they shouted questions and answers to eachother in the middle of the parking lot. the guy asked if he could take a look at the car and promptly told us it was too much money...because the tires don't match.*

we wouldn't come down to his price. but he asked for a number. he called later offering a little bit more money. matt said eat it. and then he called again on monday night. he came to our price and he wanted the car that night. that was monday. when matt called me i was combing the mary-kate and ashley olsen make-up section in walmart.** he was in holden, i was in ellsworth, the title was in bar harbor. matt concocted a lie that we couldn't get the title that fast and they set up for later in the week.

we cleaned the shit out of the car and matt is going to call him today to set up the sale for this evening. the cash in hand is going to be nice, but i really hate this guy. and i just filled the gas tank. i have the strongest desire to buy a syphon and leave only enough gas to get to bangor. that's how much i don't like him. i'm also bringing a currency marker. paranoid, anal and vindictive. isn't matt a lucky man?


*because god knows you can't change tires!
**lots of glitter***
***for when i'm a rich pimpette after selling the car