let's talk about my Dad's car.
I fucking hate it.
every single fucking square inch of it.
1. the seats are fucking uncomfortable I can't fucking sleep during rides,
2. the air con is too cold
3. my dad likes it
4. THE SMELL.
it smells fucking awful.
I have no idea what smell it is, I just know its repulsive.
maybe it's the leather conditioner thing for the seat to keep it's shine.
maybe some piping from the gas tank to the engine has rupture and is leaking the gas into the car.
maybe something like both.
but fucking hell I hate it.
especially after eating or drinking and I have to sit in it to go home.
I feel like puking every time.
sometimes, I count the number of breaths I have to take before I can get out.
it's the worst during the afternoon when the car has been baking under the sun for god knows how long.
and the only times I get in the car during the afternoon is during Chinese new year. maybe that's why I'm always in a bad mood every time I get out of the car.
I hate this car.
if I ever get a car I'd somehow make it smell like normal air.
no fragrances and shit.
just normal air.
maybe I should sneak some charcoal to de-stench the fucking car.
I fucking hate this car.
oh yeah and I don't understand what's my mom's problem with my notes everywhere. everyone else's house is the same and for fuck sakes I'm studying.
if you're complaining that oh all my toys and computer whatever's are all over the place, sure. I'd suck dick and clean up the entire place.
but I'm studying for fuck sake leave my shit alone and I'll make sure the house is fucking rid of any pieces of A level related papers after 6 December.
even better I'd move out if I could.
Christ. leave me alone. just 80 more days.
I fucking hate it.
every single fucking square inch of it.
1. the seats are fucking uncomfortable I can't fucking sleep during rides,
2. the air con is too cold
3. my dad likes it
4. THE SMELL.
it smells fucking awful.
I have no idea what smell it is, I just know its repulsive.
maybe it's the leather conditioner thing for the seat to keep it's shine.
maybe some piping from the gas tank to the engine has rupture and is leaking the gas into the car.
maybe something like both.
but fucking hell I hate it.
especially after eating or drinking and I have to sit in it to go home.
I feel like puking every time.
sometimes, I count the number of breaths I have to take before I can get out.
it's the worst during the afternoon when the car has been baking under the sun for god knows how long.
and the only times I get in the car during the afternoon is during Chinese new year. maybe that's why I'm always in a bad mood every time I get out of the car.
I hate this car.
if I ever get a car I'd somehow make it smell like normal air.
no fragrances and shit.
just normal air.
maybe I should sneak some charcoal to de-stench the fucking car.
I fucking hate this car.
oh yeah and I don't understand what's my mom's problem with my notes everywhere. everyone else's house is the same and for fuck sakes I'm studying.
if you're complaining that oh all my toys and computer whatever's are all over the place, sure. I'd suck dick and clean up the entire place.
but I'm studying for fuck sake leave my shit alone and I'll make sure the house is fucking rid of any pieces of A level related papers after 6 December.
even better I'd move out if I could.
Christ. leave me alone. just 80 more days.