I just Died.

Well, technically my car did.
And if you are thinking "Oh poor Aubrey, she loved her
car so much that when it died, she died."

HA! I laugh at you for thinking that. Or with you. HA ha!




I mean, I was attached to my 1990 Honda Accord.
I mean I guess I was...in a way. The way anyone would be
attached to some old, rusty and temperamental thing that
got you where you needed to go... most of the time.

But that is not why I died.


I died because of

This:





And check out the backside.




I'm going to die. Oh yeah, I told you I already died huh?
Well I lied a little.
I am still breathing, but really fast and there's drool involved.

I'm freaking out.