dira | That's it. I officially hate cars.

So, the way I look at it is this: this time, I drove to a gas station and turned the car off before I locked my keys inside it. So, really, that's a sign of improvement.

Fucking Wednesdays. Fucking cars.

I think it's probably better if I don't attempt to leave the apartment again for a bit. Write Club would probably only be useful tonight if it was Write-I-Will-Not-Lock-My-Keys-In-My-Car-Anymore-Ten-Thousand-Times Club.

(Also, happy second birthday to my livejournal! This seems oddly fitting.)