Now that I've finally mastered not going into roundabouts at 4th gear on my driving lessons, I've been dragging my dad out every Sunday looking for a car. We've actually been getting on well recently, mainly because I can afford to support myself now and also he just likes test-driving cars.
Its funny, because in the past when I've had any kind of money I've blown it straight away on silly things like dresses! I've saved up and given myself a modest budget for my first car though. But since my Dad has been looking with me, this modest budget has tripled! And I like how he still expects me to insure it on my own! He cares about how the car is going to run, whereas I just care about the seats and if they have a scary triangle pattern on.
Theres not much going on at the moment, apart from when Tom comes round to my house in the week for a bum. And to hide a pretty necklace behind my wardrobe for me to find! That is one of the sweetest things he has ever done for me, along with farting on me in his sleep once!
I think the Friday night crew need a reunion soon, I honestly think Little Dave got molested and kidnapped when he got out of the taxi the last night I saw him. We had fun that night though because we were all skint and just ended up sitting on a kerb in King Street. YAY.
I don't really know where I'm going with this blog and I'm tired.
SO NANIGHT!
xxx
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