Goddess, I Am.

Still on the subject of cars and driving, although the main reason I decided to finally work on my driver’s license was to have another piece of identification, we’ve also been toying with the idea of getting a car sometime this year.

It probably wouldn’t be much of a car, really. After all, we’ve got other more pressing priorities. But say, hypothetically, we had about $100,000 to burn, I would pick these babies any day. Hypothetically. And yes, in this order.

1. The 2010 Ford Mustang Shelby GT500 in the Torch Red color with white racing stripes.

2. The Audi TTS Coupe in Meteor Gray or Brilliant Red.

3. The Mini Cooper S in yellow or British racing green with white racing stripes. The Husband would be proud of me, truly. He used to drive a Mini Cooper S back in the UK, but the poor man totaled the poor car in a horrible accident that involved a poor deer.

Goodness, if I ever got one of these, I would definitely need to sign up for a 24 hour towing service. I used to drive a piece of shit 1983 Ford Laser that wouldn’t go beyond 40 kilometers per hour, yet I still racked up around 7 speeding accidents – in my first month of driving! With these babies, I think I will definitely be in trouble.

I suppose it’s only a good thing that I can’t afford ‘em. Sigh.

Right now I have about a gazillion things going on, and I think I’m dangerously close to reaching my absolute threshold. I was somehow coerced into taking a full-time job that was only supposed to be a part-time one to begin with, and I suffer through a horrendous commute every day that takes up a lot of my time. I also have a full-time online job, as well as a variety of sundry freelance gigs. Along with a friend of mine, I’m getting ready to launch a little business venture. I also have a full-time relationship that I just can’t ignore. My stress levels are sky high right now. I’m always exhausted and half hungry. I can’t even remember the last time when I had a good night’s sleep!

I’m whining, I know, but this is what this blog is for, after all – so I can whine ’till kingdom come. Now, if only I had the following pretties, I probably won’t be stressed as much:

1. A 13-inch Macbook. Or at least, one of those teeny-tiny laptops that weigh no more than my copy of Pride and Prejudice. I currently have a year-old, cheap-assed laptop that I hurriedly purchased before I moved to Thailand, and I swear it’s about to die on me any day now. It’s about the size of one of the Ten Commandments tablets, and probably just as heavy. And though I take it with me whenever I travel, it’s much too bulky and heavy to lug around Silom every day.

Now, with a considerably smaller Macbook (or any tiny laptop, for that matter), taking it with me everywhere won’t be a problem at all. I won’t be idle on those long bus rides because I won’t be too embarrassed to open it (with a flourish) in public. Plus, there’s nothing like a fabulous laptop to inspire inspiration, so I should be churning out words aplenty.

2. A Blackberry. Or, an iPhone. Right now I have a PDA phone that’s quite nifty for Internet browsing. However, it’s one of those poke-the-screen-with-a-flimsy-stylus models, so it’s not exactly ideal for getting work done. I could sure use a fully-loaded Blackberry with a full qwerty keyboard to make my life easier. Or, an iPhone because it’s so pretty.

3. A Shelby Mustang. Or, any car, preferably cute, for that matter. My commute is currently made up of a ride on a songthaew that only shows up whenever it feels like it, a very looooong bus ride, and a quick trip on the sky train where I’m not even allowed to eat my breakfast. I’m already exhausted by the time I get to work, which doesn’t do wonders for my productivity.

My mum bought me an ancient 1983 Ford Laser when I was in college. Despite the fact that it had more problems than George W’s presidency (let’s just say I got a lot more than my money’s worth from my breakdown service), I still loved the mobility it gave me – even if it did overheat without warning and leak brake fluid on my foot on its last days. It would be nice to have a cute, new car to get around Bangkok in. Of course, I can’t drive on the left side of the road like they do here, and I probably shouldn’t eat my breakfast while I’m driving, so I could sure use a chauffeur, too.

Hey, a girl can dream. Now I’m off to work.