So it’s another Friday night in, I could have gone to a friends house but I’m not in the mood for that, I’m in the mood to get drunk and socialise. I need new people in my life, I need more interesting stories and situations, I need the chance to make more mistakes, to make a fool of myself. I’ve had enough of sitting in looking at a screen, it’s time for a more exciting existence.
So it appears there’s a car merry go round in the family at the minute and I’m seemingly ending up with one. Suppose I had better learn how to drive then.
I also suppose I had better find a job, as I’ll need pay for lessons, petrol and insurance. Bugger, why is this real world stuff so much work?