FML Recap.

So first I lose my favourite cyborg glasses, then I get no compassion for not being sufficiently blind, then I sprain my wrist for the second time in a week looking for them under the bed, then I get bawled out for being attached to them as if I’ve just ruined my quest  to Nirvana by clinging onto materialistic objects, I get re-berated for daring to complain when I already have a spare.

I lose my phone for three days and nobody calls in to check if I’m still roaming their dimension.

Not to mention the fact that two days ago I found out that my first car, which I’m not getting before a year into college, even after a plead of ‘dad please don’t kill my social life and raise my odds at a motor holocaust’ vs. ‘this is the safest for when you get in a car accident’ is gonna be a…wait for it…Fiat 125.

Yep. This baby right here.

oh how i wish i was kidding.