Ants

There are two things I want to talk about today.
One with a smile, one with an angry-Ziva-noise-face.
For those of you who don't know,
It looks a little like this:
>:Z


Let us start with that.
Some people need to learn
That whilst friends are supportive and helpful
They should not and cannot be relied on to be bitched at 24/7.
They are in fact human
They need sleep
And they have other friends who get really fucking pissed off
When their best friend has put so much of her energy into helping people
That she is forced to make the decision to recuperate instead of being out and about.
Spending time with those of us who don't cause grief all the time.
We all have problems at one stage or another.
We all need someone to talk to
And that is what friends are for.
Absolutely.
But for fucks sake
Sometimes you need to suck it up
And deal with it yourself.
That means no middle-of-the-night complaining
Whinging
Phone calls
Self-harm threats
Et cetera. 
Do not make your problem
Somebody else's.


If that is not understood
I WILL be smacking some skulls together.
Enough is enough.


Let us now move on to a re-count of last night.
Me.
Stace.
Mirko.
Emma.
My EF.
Some 15+ other cars.
Windy road up Mt Dandenong?
Yes please.
It was dark
And some of the corners were a bit hairy
One of them especially ended with me almost landing on the other side of the road
Going "holy shit, glad there was no one over there"
After that was a shocker of an overtaking job
I think it was a Nissan Tiida
And as I pulled into the right lane Mirko goes "FLOOR IT :L"
And I'm like
"I AM ALREADY :L"
Apparently going up a hill at 90 with 4 people in the car 
Means acceleration isn't at it's peak
Whoops.
We managed to lose both the person I was following
AND the person who was following me
So we kind of made it up as we went
And conveniently pulled up at Skyhigh
In a line of Fords waiting to get through the gate.
Win.
We ended up chilling with Troy and Paul
The latter of which knew Jimmy from ATC
So we stayed with them for ages before Mirko raced them back down the mountain
Us in my EF
Troy and Paul in Troy's arctic blue EL Fairmont
And we met Jimmy at Baysie Maccas.
After Maccas, and more Maccas, and more of Jimmy's mates
We toodled away..
Jimmy in a Prelude
Followed by Troy
Then me.
We come out onto Canterbury Road
Duck over to the U-Turn lane
And because I was last I got to see them both whip around
And after I'd also gone round I looked in the mirror
To see tyre smoke trailing behind us, from both Fairmonts
And it only took about 3 seconds before the smell of rubber was everywhere.
Someone made the comment of
"Ahh, I love the smell of burning rubber in the morning.."
And I was like "well, I really don't...."
So basically
We toodled home
And went to bed.


I'll go and check on the car,
Make sure he is all okay.
He didn't get hot
He didn't hit redline
He didn't whinge
So I'm sure all is fine.
The only thing that really happened was my fuel consumption went up
From 12.5 L/100km
To 15.8 L/100km
(which, in all honestly wasn't that bad given the driving we did)


So.
On the to-do list (eventually):
-new brakes
-better tyres
That should make cruising (read: thundering) around mountains more stable and safer.
-tinted windows
-that exhaust that Troy has on his EL
That should make me look cooler, and sound better.


However.
On the immediate to-do list?
-that aerial switch
That will mean the aerial is under my command.
-wiring up the Fairlane lights
That will again make me look cooler.


And thus
the
end.


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