ONLY BREATHING WITH THE AID OF DENIAL

Dear Diary,

         Car shopping with Lark has helped me draw some conclusions about my own future vehicle - black cars get too hot, white cars get too dirty. Brown is boring, and dark blue has the same issues as black. Yellow is too peppy. So I think I'll take the risk and get a red car.

         Aidan says fuck cars, he wants a motorcycle. Emmalee tells him it's not safe, and Lark and I are giddy trying out the really expensive cars and telling the dealers we're rich enough to buy them.

         (That quickly came to a close when Lark almost rammed into a tree, however. I never said she was a good driver, dear diary.)

Love, 

Waverly