I fall in love very easily.
When I was three Simba off the Lion King was my only love.
In Kindergarten it was an older man...(First grader.)
When I was in Jr. High it was Nick Jonas off the Jonas Brothers...Remember them? OK, never mind....
In High School it was with cupcakes...Oh wait! I still am in love with cupcakes...
And now...In college....it is with a '64 Fire Engine Red Chevy...And it's name just happens to be Consuela.
She's my best friend.
She's all I've ever wanted in life! Just kidding that may be a bit dramatic...but I don't care. I don't care about anything anymore now that I have Consuela. Me and her...we're inseparable. I tell her all my problems, she listens. I give her fine jewelry, she thanks me. I attempt to drive her pesky stick shift, she sympathizes by dying every once in awhile just so I can regain my composure.
Me and Consuela (is that proper usage of grammar? Oh well, Consuela don't not care 'bout no grammar anyways)...we're partners in crime.
There is no telling what the two of us can accomplish together.
We're like Bonnie and Clyde! Or Thelma and Louise! Or Laverne and Shirley! Accept we really don't want to rob a bank, drive off the Grand Canyon, or have our own sitcom...
Once I trick my ride (Consuela prefers to call it "gettin' gussied up") she will be the hottest ticket in town.
She wants some longhorns to go on her front (she hears they are very slimming) and leopard covered seats so that it will make her red "pop" and, if we can find a big enough one, a disco ball to accentuate her tires.
And if Consuela wants it, I get it. Ya dig?
I'm pretty sure that from now on I will make 2.5 references to Consuela per blog post, so I hope you can all dig that.
Please dig that.
Thank you...I dig you too.
Peace, Love, & Consuela!