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I should have known the other day when my grandpa acted surprised when I said I was going home on Friday. I have been saying this for well over a month, I am going back to Peterborough the Friday of Labour Day weekend. Now he tells me I can't take the car with me. I already have the car packed. I wouldn't have made my OSAP appointment for this week without the car, I wouldn't have made a To-Do list if I weren't going to have the car. Fuck I wouldn't be going home this weekend just for cost of groceries to feed me. He says he wants to do all this fixing up first. Well why the fuck hasn't he done it already this summer? He told me he was going to do an oil change this past weekend, he told me I needed to buy new tires etc. Its nice of him to offer to fix it all up for me, but he should have done it sooner. Now I don't even want to be bothered. It's just a little disappointment but it wrecks everything. I wouldn't have cancelled my GoodLife membership either. Im disappointed. I knew it would happen. I kept telling Alexis and Patty, just you wait, I won't be able to take the car with me to Peterborough. Now I get to say I told you so...
The thing is, I'm like 90% sure this means that Grandpa will scrap the car while I'm away or something equivalent. I'm moody because my hormones are all fucked, and its going to make me cry.
The thing is, I'm like 90% sure this means that Grandpa will scrap the car while I'm away or something equivalent. I'm moody because my hormones are all fucked, and its going to make me cry.