the car is dead. it has been moved to the cemetary for cars ... "U Pull It". it makes me sad ... that little ford probe has been there for me over the last three years. it's taken me tons of places, through several jobs, and has been around for me to get through my college education. poor bobbie .... that was his name.

i had to clean him out for the last time, tell him i love him, and then send him off with the tow truck to be recycled for parts. it's like donating your organs ... he will be able to be used by other cars, to prolong their lives.

i miss him ... it's like the end of an era. i got that car when i still lived downtown, just before i'd started being a waitress, and while i still worked at the coffee shop. is that time in my life really over?

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[lissa ann]

I am sorry to hear about bobbie...but he's in a better place now?