This is what I do when...
I have other things I'm supposed to be doing.
I'm a Mazda Miata!
You like to soak up the sun, but your tastes are down to earth. Everyone thinks you're cute. Life is a winding road, and you like to take the curves in stride. Let other people compete in the rat race - you're just here to enjoy the ride.
Take the Which Sports Car Are You? quiz.
Great. I'm a compact nail polish/lipstick/eyeshadow car. If I had my way about what car I coulda been, I'da been a Corvette! And if I coulda made myself into any model of my choosing, I'da been a wonderous '62 or '63. Silly quiz! Don't they know what kind of car I should be without my having to fix the results? Oh well. 'Sokay.
So, yeah, which sports car are you?
posted by Heather O'Neill | 27.6.08
1 Comments:
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