|Not my car.|
I'm over thinking. I just feel a little unsettled at the moment. I'm starting to think that my thirty-second year of life needs to be about me doing things that scare the crap out of me. That's scary. I don't want to do scary things... I also don't want to be complacent in life. So... 32: The Fright Years (?)
Maybe I should remove all of my hubcaps... you know, live dangerously. Or at least symmetrically.
Holy crap... it'll cost over $70 to replace it. That's depressing.
Stupid hubcap. Why did it pop off? Why didn't I hear it?
I found cheaper ones on E-bay. The conundrums: 1) Buy one new one and it's brighter and more silver-y than the rest. 2) Buy four and have three extra hanging around?