I have a car.
I have a car.
I have a car.
I have been carless since February due to my ex-boyfriend's carelessness. But, the amazing Matthew Superman hath come to my rescue once again. Not only the car I'm buying off him runs, but it also has the oh-so-glorious A/C.
No, I am definitely not a car whore, but when it takes me 3 hours to travel a whopping 12 miles to and fro work each day, you have to stop and wonder about Pittsburgh's crappy public transit system. I love mass transit, but only when it works. Pittsburgh's PAT bus system sucks the big one. When in another city, such as NYC, Chicago, hell, even Baltimore and Cleveland, I can easily get to where I need to with little delay. Not poor little Pittsburgh.
I have a gallery opening tonight, and I'm not even going. (Unless I can be carted into the gallery on a well-adorned bed a la Frida style.) How fun/lame is that? I'm going to be hanging out at my friends' house in the 'burbs and take in some doggie, movie, relaxin' lovin'. I'm pretty excited to have a few pieces in a show, but I'm just burnt the fuck out. I haven't had a real weekend off in months and months. I am very, very excited to sleep in as long as I possibly can tomorrow... yay, sleep!
As always, I am still very randy, and being that I haven't gotten daily sex for the past 5 months, it makes it rather difficult for a randy girl to stay sane. Daily romping is totally the best part of a relationship (well, at least all of the relationships I've been in thus far). Outside of me losing my mind to lack of sex, I am really enjoying being single. I like thinking about myself for a change. It's fun and I don't have to feel bad about having the fridge of a bachelor. Viva la mujer sola!
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