But hey, we drove past an older model of Eleanor the other night. Mildly scared by the intense turn of the steering wheel and freak out show my brother put on, I saw the car and stared in awe. Yet, even though I was pretty much dressed like a cheap hooker (aftermath of a dress up party.) and the car was parked on a street corner. Nothing was going to stop me:
And again:
Isn't she just gorgeous.
On a slightly different note. I think I'll be studying Journalism.
:)
This post is pointless.
Little-J.
