15 DECEMBER 2007. SATURDAY. 10:56PM.

Nothing beats eating fried ice cream after watching your damn car get towed away by the RAC guy YET AGAIN. This year will be remembered as The Year My Car And I Got A Divorce. It's a monumental sign for change when you know more about RAC procedures than the lady on the phone trying to dispatch a tow truck to you. Next year I'm upgrading to a newer and younger model dammit.

Which is all fine if 'buying a car' is not on my top ten list of Things I Really Really Really Wish I Don't Have To Do Again , next to 'Drinking Mom's Ginseng Soup', 'Getting A Root Canal' and 'Sitting Thru Another Opera'.