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This post has absolutely nothing to do with anything deep or sexuality based.

However, I’m estatic.  I have a new (used) car.  Having moved to Phoenix with my partner for her job, I brought with me my 2003 Dodge Stratus Titania.  The problem, you see, is that Titania didn’t have a working air conditioner. Or brakes really. And the two together would cost over $2000 to fix.

So I’ve been saving, and researching, and saving, and test driving, and stopping random people in parking lots to ask them about their cars.

And finally, this weekend?

Well, the picture says it all. I now am the proud owner of a 2009 Silver Chevrolet HHR.

Isn’t she a beauty?

Edit: Of course, now there is drama. Apparently, my fairly average income, plus my $3000 down “may not be enough” because the “banks are scared” of my medical debt, most of which is on credit cards.  See, it seemingly doesn’t matter that I’ve never once in my life missed or ever even been late for any payment ever. I just matters that I don’t make 3000+ a month or have a sugar daddy.  *Grumbles*  Will find out whether this is for SURE my car by Friday. Le sigh.