Katie posted on
On this day as our glorious memorial to American heros, Ned gave a jump to a toyota. Once again, America bails out another country’s mistake.
Katie posted on
Recently I’ve noticed Ned and I have a little friend/ welcomed squatter. I’m not really sure what kind of bug he is, but I’m sure he’s no bug to me or Ned, pun intended. He’s more of a mascot. If he was a wrestler, his name would be “The Speck”. 70 mph and still on the side of Ned deserves some kind of heroic recognition. I did escort him into a cup inside Ned afterwards for the ride home because I’m not heartless, and would panic for him otherwise. After our first meeting, we’ve seen “The Speck” on 3 different occasions. I like to believe it’s always him because he always is hanging on the driver side window, and I also like to believe in believing. “The Speck” has a personality to him, and with out a doubt resilience. Ned and I look forward to future visits.
Katie posted on
I am constantly worried about Ned. I triple check if I lock the doors, park miles away so people would have to really go out of their way to hurt him, thus making it less likely. I have these daymares of people intentionally fucking with him, and nightmares of people stealing him, and my sister totaling him. I’m a paranoid to the point of no reason; it’s love, obsessive love. I figure I’m overly protective because if someone comes up to Ned, and wants to key him or kick him, he can’t protect himself from them. I’d feel awful if someone did that, and I wouldn’t be able to get redemption for him on the anonymous assailant. He’s protected me in my car accidents. I owe it to him to do the same, but not only owe, I want to because I care about him.
