I initially hated my boyfriend’s Miata, but somehow, maybe something to do with this hot, hot, hot heat, I’ve grown rather fond of this Mario-Kart-can’t-go-faster-than-70km/h-esque car. Despite the fact that it is exponentially more dangerous than your average sedan (even coupe for that matter), I doth enjoy the carefree-Levi’s-blue-jeans American life image that was originally advertised for the Miata.
Carefree-Levi’s-blue-jeans American life. I mean, just how sexy is my
100% human hair burka highway hair?
Sleep, kisses from our pets, faith in humanity, time away from our phones, shower/car/drunk singing, cake, Spanish phrases, blueberries, squats, babies that aren’t yours, colours, fancy tea, cutoff denim shorts, good mornings, bike rides, Al Green’s Love and Happiness, justice, croissants (and less donuts), happy dances, people who smell nice, sandwiches, stupid jokes, puppies, breakfast with people you love, Mariah Carey, popsicles, safe drivers, songs everyone knows the words to, cheese [on everything], telling people how you feel, jumpsuits, nice bums, girls with nice bums in yoga pants, feel good sitcoms (Gilmore Girls, OTH Seasons 1-3, The O.C… y’all know that shit was the bomb), comfortable high heeled shoes, love for your mom!, sexy people,
and drop top cruising.