You know, I just had the most fantastic weekend with Fysh and I don’t even feel like blogging about it right now because the entire weekend has this giant shadow over it. Things can never just go right. Gah, I seem to forget my life is bloody cursed.
Car = blown head gasket. I don’t even want to think about how much it’s going to cost to fix or how the fuck I am going to pay for it. I pay damn near R500 a month on insurance and guess what, they don’t cover it. Why the fuck do I pay for insurance?! At this point I’m considering having the damn thing stolen or driving it into a ditch cause apparently that’s covered. Then again They’d probably come up with some excuse about the area it was in isn’t covered or whoops they only cover it xyz time of month not abc. I hate insurance.
Hoping that something, anything really, will come up and things will be okay.
It will all be okay.