My lovely little car is behaving like a shithead. It’s days like today I really miss TheLoveMachine. Yeah, she was a bag of shite but she was quirky and sexy and I could fit loads of stuff in her. This little pain-in-the-arse I have now has no redeeming features beyond reliability, and even that seems to be failing now.
I hate cars.
Some people say a car is like a good friend. Well if that’s true, my car is the kind of friend that steals all your money, sleeps with your girlfriend, kicks you in the balls when you’re feeling rough and then laughs in your face when you confront him about it.
The sooner we develop teleportation, the happier I will be.
RC 13-2-14
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