odegra

A note to my car: Fuck you and your undiagnosable narcolepsy. You've cost me two months pay already and it still isn't fixed. I can't believe you've made me develop the skill to restart an engine while maintaining a speed of over 70 mph, and I'm fucking sick of it. Feel free to die for real next time you die so maybe something can be done about it, and then maybe I won't mind dropping another 3 months pay down the black hole that is you.