Like, R3 800 to fix the scrapes on Mum's car.
Trying to wrap my head around the fact that I'm going to have to shell out about two thirds of what I make in a month to patch up something I managed to do in about two seconds of negligence.
This is so not cool. Especially considering:
- The four birthdays I have this weekend
- The astronomical joining fee I have to pay before I qualify for a discount on my gym membership (proving the theory that you have to spend money to save money)
- The gorgeous and only slightly expensive couch I've got my eye on
- The fact that I finally found someone who might be able to service my vintage typewriter
- The fact that I was only just starting to scrimp and save to buy my own damn car. Now my first few months' instalments will instead be spent fixing the car I was driving in the meantime. I'm usually a fan of irony. Not so much right now.
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