Please don’t click this post if you’re annoyed by my my content.

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Well, you’re still here.

Okay, anyway, I just wanted to share that I’m feeling a certain level of peace after buying something for myself.

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My wife and I were once scraping the bottom of the barrel for half a decade, hoarding all we could do we could finally afford a house. We finally got that, and got her a decent car, and soon my wife spent a lot of time telling me that it was okay to splurge on myself. But I kept buying the usual suspects.

I still wouldn’t go the route of treating myself. But other than the longbed, a vehicle I still can’t properly communicate what it means to me, I’ve really never felt 100% on board with any of my vehicles. But let me tell you that rotating though a series of shitboxes, it saved mucho monies which only encouraged the cycle of non-satiation.

This rebadged Altezza has been just... wonderful. Beyond expensive for me, but wonderful. I’ve never felt this way about a car. I think about the thing while I’m at work.

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“UGH. This client is [incredibly unpleasant]. I can’t wait to get home and drive my car.”

I love my wife for encouraging me to buy a car made after 1989. I think I’m gonna just perform a little [wanking motion] because I held out for a low mileage specimen that was affordable, for a car I never thought I would be able to own without crossing several state lines.

I work hard and I deserve things. Maybe. Anyway, I feel like I finally understand what it’s like to feel so happy with a rather costly financial decision beyond a house.

I hope to hang on to it for a while. Sure the maintenance has been [gut punch to my wallet], and the premium gas, insurance, and so on has been a brand new concept to me. But fuck it, I’m never DDing a shitbox ever again. It’s all coming up Millhouse from here on out.