Time for a mini-whine...because I can.

- I have stalkers...a few people have decided that they will follow me wherever I go on the internet and flame the fuck out of me. They have even dedicated hate sites to me. Why? They don't like my car or my gender. YAY HOW FRICKEN MATURE. They know me in real life too, which makes it worse. Always so sickly sweet and 'leasant' irl...then the backstabbing comes online. Honestly, why bother? What's the point? Is it going to make me sell my car? HELL FUCKING NO.

- Speaking of the car... 1) I went to a PPG place today to buy some touch-up paint for my f**ked bumper and lip (had a few idiots drive into me). Instead of buying paint, I discovered from them that the guy that resprayed the car didn't f**king prep it properly and all my paint is eventually going to peel all the way off. Looooovely. It cost me $2000 to get it painted in the first place, and now I find out it's all going to bloody peel off. Nice. 2) The new parts I want are not only far more expensive than I thought, I've now got half the car community abusing me over buying them. Why? Because it's NOT A TURBO (and because they don't think I drive well enough to deserve them. WTF. The only people that say this, mind, have never EVER seen me drive. Those that have competed against me at Grasskhanas quickly shut up, as the car is brilliant at them). Only a few people have come up with good reasons I shouldn't use Brembo brakes and a GDB STi 6MT with DCCD. Weight. They are HEAVY parts. But - the heavy bit on the brakes is the cast rotors I'm trying to sell and replace with far stronger, lighter FORGED rotors...and the 6MT is only as heavy as an auto box! My car used to be a fucking auto!! -_____- So I'm up for a few grand more on the hubs for the Brembos (have the calipers), and up to $4500 for the gearbox. Yaaaaay.

- My entire body is covered in flea bites. I am absolutely exhausted, but I cannot sleep because of the stinging, itching, burning bites. Nearly passing out on your desk at work is NOT fun. Getting yelled at for making mistakes because you can't concentrate is also not fun. Almost hitting someone pulling a u-turn in front of you because you're half-awake...also, yep, not fun. Would love to hit the gym and lose some freakin weight, but staying awake is effort enough, yet sleeping is just too hard. GURGH.

- Favouritism sucks. I make a boo-boo in the studio, and I'm chewed out. The other junior designer makes a MASSIVE FOOKING MISTAKE and it's a tap on the knuckles. Anyone think the fact that they're both of one race and I'm asian might have anything to do with it? Grr. It drives me spare, I swear.





...but ultimately, there's no wrist-slashing going on here. A bit of a whine, and soldier on.

Thing that gets me through - good friends, good family, good man. It's true - you show people love and respect, and you get it back. The knowledge that people care, even a little...it makes it all tolerable. Thanks to all my good mates out there...I haven't forgotten about you, just going through some hard times. Thanks Cam - we don't always see eye to eye but you're still a fantastic man and I love you to bits. Thanks to the family - you guys are awesome, even if you piss me off to no end and I get up your left nostrils. C: