Monday, May 31, 2010
I am crying.
I am pathetic.
No one died.
I had to put Ludwig up for sale today.
This car, understand, knows more about me than anyone. I think.
It knows when I've smashed a pie at 2am, it knows when I'm sad or heartbroken, it knows when I'm happy (or pissed), and it knows exactly what music I like.
I am devastated. This car isn't a car. It's a...person. It's got soul. Too much soul to be put in a hole.
I have the Autotrader window open and I'm actually fucking crying.
It could have something to do with listening to the Annie soundtrack right now, but either way, I am so very and extremely attached to my human-vehicle, my vehicman, my gay little Ludwig, Christ this is hard.
PS: If you're remotely interested in buying, Zelmarie from Paulpietersburg, he's going for a cool R80 000, negotiable. You might have to claw me off first, as I barnacle myself to my beloved Bug.
PPS: His name is Ludwig because that is the gay bug's name in It's A Bugs Life.
PPPS: I'm off to cry in the bathrooms, because in a professional capacity, explaining to the office that I'm crying because I'm selling my car isn't going to sound helluva sane.