We've only got four minutes to save the world!
Money stuff I've still gotta do:
-Pay my silly car insurance which is due around the end of this month
-Call up a mechanic and make an appointment >_<
-Call the RAA on the day of my mechanic appointment so that they can start me up.
-Get some super expensive petrol so that Jack won't stop before I get there.
-Organise to do some friggin expensive car servicing as soon as my battery gets fixed, so that it doesn't fuck stuff up again any time soon.
-Pay my car rego which is due next month.
CURSE YOU, JACK! You're costing me shitloads bundles of money! ...I still love you though.
Oh and I'm trying to swear less in the house. It upsets mum. I've agreed to watch Ramsay's Kitchen Nightmares in the other room, and to cut out "shit" and "arse" from my vocabulary whenever I can.
I realised the other day that I swear the most when I'm in pain, under pressure, or drunk. For example, I'm late for work and I can't find my car keys. I'll be screaming the F word over and over until I find it.
One of my greatest accomplishments was when I stubbed my toe about a year ago and wanted to scream the F word at the top of my lungs - but didn't, just to see if it was humanly possible to survive an incident like that without swearing. T'was cool I guess.
-Pay my silly car insurance which is due around the end of this month
-Call up a mechanic and make an appointment >_<
-Call the RAA on the day of my mechanic appointment so that they can start me up.
-Get some super expensive petrol so that Jack won't stop before I get there.
-Organise to do some friggin expensive car servicing as soon as my battery gets fixed, so that it doesn't fuck stuff up again any time soon.
-Pay my car rego which is due next month.
CURSE YOU, JACK! You're costing me shitloads bundles of money! ...I still love you though.
Oh and I'm trying to swear less in the house. It upsets mum. I've agreed to watch Ramsay's Kitchen Nightmares in the other room, and to cut out "shit" and "arse" from my vocabulary whenever I can.
I realised the other day that I swear the most when I'm in pain, under pressure, or drunk. For example, I'm late for work and I can't find my car keys. I'll be screaming the F word over and over until I find it.
One of my greatest accomplishments was when I stubbed my toe about a year ago and wanted to scream the F word at the top of my lungs - but didn't, just to see if it was humanly possible to survive an incident like that without swearing. T'was cool I guess.