I’m going test driving cars today, because I’m getting a new car*, and my mum just called me to organise picking me up so we can go to the car yards. And we’re having a perfectly lovely conversation, and then this noise comes over the phone and I can’t hear my mum and it sounds like she’s being attacked by a GIANT FUCKING SQUID, Matrix style, you know, a kind of cyber-squid that’s living inside the telephone! It was FUCKED UP. She’s okay, though. No weird phone-squid attacked her brain, via her ear.
*Car front runners at the moment are the Toyota Yaris and Mazda 2, neither of which are cars that I -actually- want and would -actually- choose if I didn’t have a price limit. But I do. I’ve also found a 2002 convertible Astra online which is fucking hot, and I’m working on convincing the folks that it’s actually a viable option. I mean, c’mon – I’m probably going to have kids in the next 10 years, so whatever car I get now only really has to get me through the next five or six or so years. And it’s fucking hot. Black Astra, pink interior (haha – yes, I’m going to pimp out my car) = fucking hot.
