pleh.

Petie asked me when I have uni on Friday. I tell him 11-12. So he goes and books the car in for a service at the place near uni on Friday, so I have to get the car there at QUARTER PAST EIGHT! And the car won’t be ready till 4. WHAT THE FUCK!? There was a REASON I didn’t book the car in on my own and all that shit. I HAVE NO WAY TO PAY FOR IT ALL!! And also, I don’t know where the place in Oakleigh is! I got so incredibly lost last time that I was shaking too much to do anything! Fuck! Ass. Shit. Bammit. Poo-flan. I hate when he does things like this to me. He could’ve VERY EASILY booked it in at the place in Bundoora and then I could’ve … i dunno… taken public transport to uni? Or at least fucking pretended. FUCK! Thats so fucked.

And I lost my train of thought coz he just started talking at me and distracted me. Bammit.