Car rage...

I locked the keys in the car. Again. *RAGE*. Except this time it was the new car and it doesn't have a spare key. *RAGE*. I called my mum expecting help and/or support but she was being unfortunate and told me to "deal with it" and hung up in my face. *RAGE*. I called up NRMA but the car wasn't registered with them so they said, "Sorry we can't help you." *RAGE*. Then I called up a locksmith and hard to fork out $110 so he could stick a wire in through the window and pull up the lock. *RAGE*.

/end.

Today's featured fat-ass

I choose to paint a jazzy wall in my room for fun, I went to do it, climbed up to the top of the ladder, the ladder collapsed, and screamed, fell and now my back really hurts.

God is sending me a message. And somewhere in that message it says "...watch where you're going fat-ass!" See! Even God likes Mean Girls.

Oh and the "feature wall" looks like complete shit.