Jonola14

KEY-PING IT REAL

It’s been a pretty productive day today, I got a lot of outstanding things done at work, enjoyed doing them, and even made inroads into tomorrow’s workload too. I didn’t leave ’til after seven, but hopefully I’ll be out on time tomorrow. A good day.

Or so I thought. As I rounded the corner on the final leg of my walk home, I glanced at my car parked outside the flat. There was a dirty mark on it that wasn’t there last time I looked, but as I approached it seemed to be exactly that. Dirt on the car. Not surprising when you consider it’s parked on the main road and there’s all sorts of buses and lorries going past each day. Still, everything seemed fine, until I got to the passenger side.

There, in shining glory, was a foot long scratch, made by a key, gouged deep into the paintwork. I only finished making my repayments on the car on Saturday and now, on Thursday, some fucking wanker has decided to amuse himself by scratching the fuck out of my car door. Less than a week after the damned thing actually became mine outright. What’s the bloody point of keying cars? Still, I take comfort in the fact that he’s probably got an IQ lower than my shoe size, no prospects and is destined for a lifetime claiming benefits. Cock.

So that was how the evening started. I then picked up a hefty electricity bill off the front door mat, dropped a plate on my foot when cooking, then, when I’d managed to get my cajun chicken curry actually onto the plate, I walked into the lounge and the spoon fell off, spraying rice all over the nice clean lounge floor that I vacuumed yesterday evening.

So the evening has been a disaster and I wish I’d stayed at work. I have one thing to say on the matter:

FUCK THIS. I’m going to bed.