Pretty psyched about this evening: going to an awesome Mexican restaurant with my best friend, who is home from Boston, and my husband while my car - a super-sweet, no-power-anything 2002 Corolla - gets its windows tinted. So I can roll up on thirteens with some super-dark tint, blasting soft rock classics like "Tiny Dancer." Impresses the hell out of other drivers at red lights.
This'll make my cassette deck a little more gangster, no?
Well, probably not, but it does make it a little less obvious when I pick my nose while I'm driving.
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