Here’s an idea dad, yell at me when I’m trying to navigate through a busy shopping centre car park that I’ve never been in before with little to no guidance from you. Great fucking idea.
Make that 8… -.-
I’ve now heard the happy birthday song 7 times tonight. Getting a little sick of it
Hey dad, speed limit is 60, not 90 :D
having it get to 10:20 pm and realizing that after you’ve been on the phone organizing driving lessons and talking to your mum about a car, and applying for jobs that you have homework to do still and a SAC tomorrow that you’re totally unprepared for.. oh lord