When I’m Gone Just Carry On

Hey, my brother has “When I’m Gone” by Eminem on his playlist. Have I mentioned before how fantastic I think this song is? I’m not even sure if my love for it is ironic anymore. I’ve always had a weird affinity for Eminem’s more ’serious’ songs. Like Stan, Cleaning out my Closet and that one where he sings to his daughter. That stuff just appeals to me at a ridiculous level. The level where I crave nothing but emotion and wish everything was just a little bit more melodramatic, I guess. And “When I’m Gone” has everything I look for in a melodramatic Eminem song. Coupled with that great fucking video where the daughter is rapping and Eminem just wakes up in Sweden for some reason, this is clearly one of the greatest artistic achievements of this young century.

I got a car today. It is black and has a sunroof. I like to open the sunroof and then drive fast so that my hair gets blown about and ends up all poofy. This car will end up costing me a significant amount of money in the future but, for now, I like it. If anyone needs a ride anywhere, just let me know. I can take you. My car has four doors and a sizable trunk. My car also has a radio and a CD player that will allegedly hold six CDs at once. It also has a glove compartment. I think it would be funny to actually keep gloves in there.

Now I have to learn how to take care of a car. Here are some car-related things I know nothing about: oil, pistons, gears, wiper fluid, tire pressure, alignment, break pads. This owning a car thing could be so disastrous.