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good Yesterday afternoon, my Dad and I went over to East Liverpool to buy the Jeep Grand Cherokee Limited that I wanted, well somebody bought it yesterday. We saw it in the garage of the dealer being detailed before she picked it up. I am kind of sad. I really liked it. We looked around the dealer a little more, and didn't see anything else that I liked. So then we drove over to another dealership, and I saw a 99 Ford Expedition. I really liked it. It had basically everything. Including lighted step boards and a DVD player. I want it, but I doubt I will be allowed to get it since it would be so rough on gas.
I miss the Stratus. There was a Stratus at the dealership with the sold Jeep. Dad asked if I wanted it. I didn't. It was just to fancy looking for a stratus.
After car shopping we went to Bob Evans. I had steak tips and noodles. It is sad how Bob Evans can make any day brighter.
This morning I went for a jog. It had rained last night, and started out a nice cool jog, but about 20 minutes into it, the sun came out making it ridiculously hot. Oh well. I want to go to Best Buy today and get the American Psycho dvd. A new collectors edition came out. I also want to go car shopping again, but my Dad doesn't want to go since he went yesterday. I am tired of driving the Taurus. It is a boat.
When we were in NYC, we (as in me, matt, and the girls) went to Emporio Armani. Some members of Matt's family were working in there and as I was shopping around, Matt was I guess talking to them. Well... after we left he regretted not getting their phone numbers and kept complaining about it as we were walking around Soho. Anyway, the other day, I figured how hard could it be to get the store's number, so Matt could talk to the workers. In about 10 minutes I had the number, and called Matt and told him just to call that number (not telling him what it was). I really didn't think he would do that without asking me what it was. Well he called. Hahahahaha. I guess they were closed, so he reversed directory'd the number and found out it was Emporio. Haha.
I hope he calls them. I will be like that damn song from Fiddler on the Roof.
July 15 2005, 19:38:35 UTC 6 years ago
Psh
I can't believe you still. I've done everything but call the store. I've searched for everything I possibly can on a "family" web-site to get ahold of these guys but it is looking pretty grim. There is a lot of f-ing family in that area. Oh well, the search shall go on. Besides they wouldn't remember me now, we weren't in the store for very long. Later Kevin, hope you got my text messages about Wicked.