Fate has really been fucking with me lately.  Every single good thing that has happened in the last month has not gone according to plan, torturing me in the process.   Buying a car was no different.   I thought I’d have one to call my own, almost two weeks ago.  But everything that could go wrong has (only after appearing that it was going well for maximum soul crushing effect.) This has been especially annoying as I’ve been without a car since the beginning of April when I had to sell the Alfa.   It rained a lot, which sucks when backup transportation is a motorcycle.   And when it was sunny (all week has been the absolute best weather) it tortured me, because I could have had my car two weeks ago.

Last night was no different really…  The keys were no sooner in my hands, when a cloud appeared in a previously cloudless sky and dripped just enough to torture me while at the pub…  the rain again coming just as I pulled into the car park.

But fate can go fuck a fox in a flaming forest fire for all I care, ’cause I’ve got a Lotus Elise, and what might be a permanent Joker-esque grin.

Oh, hells yeah.