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The Chevy Cobalt seems to get the same mileage as a Honda civic. I don't really need either, but when/if I sell my other place I was trying to figure out what to do - I don't need anything, don't have anything I want that really costs money, so I was thinking of buying a car because it is something I use frequently. Sure I could get a douchemobile, but I'd rather get something I enjoy that isn't wastefull or showoffy. Anyone got opinions on the Hondas fit vs. civic (fit seems to not be much better in any way, but uglier?) vs. the Chevy Cobalt which is thousands cheaper but gets about the same mileage? Or is it really stupid and should I save 10k plus higher insurance by driving my 8 year old civic which only has 69k and works 100% fine?

Money is just money. ( And your dirtbag family is dirtbag family )

Yes my family ranges from white trash to foreign ministers. More heavily on the trash side, and the successful ones are catholic (shudder).

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YAY! My sister reports her daughter, my niece, is attending college. Oh thank giant jumpin jelly beans.

I mentioned I hate ceremonies (ok, don't care for them). Let me explain what I do like: little actions, things that reflect a real feeling. Here on my work desk is a little stuffed hamtaro doll. When I was sick, my mom, reading this thing, randomly sent me this as a cute little pick-me-up. Loved it, but didn't think much of it at the time. Now, every so often I look down at this stupid stuffed mouse and remember when my mom reached out to me because I was feeling down.

Similarly I have a stuffed pig in my living room. Come to think of it, for a dood I have an awful lot of plushies. That aside, my family didn't consider money an acceptable gift. A gift is supposed to mean something, show some thought from one person to another. A gift is kind of bleah if it's just money, worse-a gift card, or something you specified in advance. Well, one xmas I was perfectly happy with everything I had - and the only things I wanted were electronics. My parents couldn't get what I wanted as my needs were very specific, plus I was working and could get what I wanted. I explained that, and told them - honestly - I didn't need anything. So that xmas, I got that stuffed pig (it has a slot in the side - it's a plush piggy bank). They eventually had to tell me to open it - they had put money inside, a bending of the rules. The gift was actually the pig, but it just happened to have money inside.