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Basically me.

You changed your avatar from the Christmas llama. I'm surprised with the change, but not surprised it's another llama.

...yeah, that was me for my bed breaking during sex post. BUT IT WAS AWK

I just wanted to stop by and say hi let me know if I am driving you crazy

Oh final VM because I'm too lazy to edit the original one: did you ever decide on a name for your car? I remember you had a name but then changed your car's gender or something like that.

And while I'm here, I'll respond to your original VM.

I wasn't far off crying, I'll tell you that. Especially when Mum was like "Until I sell my car you're going to need to drive it every now and then to make sure it still works". Oh joy.

I learned to drive on a manual, mostly, but my dad had an automatic so I also learned on that. Most of my friends have manuals (although I've never driven their cars... they've offered, but I'm just super nervous because I've only driven like four different cars ever). My car is good because it's got this option where I can manually change gears anyway, just without the clutch. I think it's called sports mode or something, I'm not really sure, but it's how I normally drive him. I don't mind driving manuals, except I have an old/ongoing knee issue that flares up around winter/when doing certain activities, and, you guessed it, using the clutch a lot is one of those activities.

Thank you. I think the name suits him quite well.

Bilbies are so adorable. Around Easter time it's not uncommon for people in Australia to give each other chocolate Easter bilbies instead of Easter bunnies. I will admit that I have not read that book, or even heard of it, but it does sound quintessentially Australian so I'm not surprised it's a thing.

I think we've discussed cars/driving before in the past so I figured I'd share my recent awkward experience. Yesterday I had to drive my mother's car to the mechanics to get it serviced, but it's the first time a) I've driven the car all year and b) the car's been driven since about February. We already had to wait for the NRMA to show up and jumpstart the battery because it had died, and by that point I was over everything. Then we got to the actual driving bit, and I should mention now that Scout, my car, is this cute little lovely automatic, whereas my mother's car is a very blokey manual that I refer to as The Beast. It took some adjusting to, and I'd only driven like three blocks when I came across a police car. They were turning in front of me and I gave way (which I'm like 98% sure I was meant to do because they were on a major road and I would have had to turn across two lanes of traffic to get in front of them), but they went so slowly and both officers in the car looked at me the whole time. It was so off-putting and I was genuinely expecting them to pull me over, but I think it was just because I must have looked so uncomfortable driving that brute of a car (plus, y'know, I had P plates on my car so that automatically makes me more suspicious). The other lousy thing was that because the battery had been dead we weren't meant to turn the car off for half an hour, meaning that if I stalled it even once we would have to call the NRMA again, and it could take up to an hour for them to get there and start the car again. So much pressure. I managed to get us there in one piece, but my god it was a stressful morning and I was so glad to get back into Scout again at the end of the day.

I was wondering what your sweater said! I love it!

Hmm, I love a good pun but that's a biiiit of a stretch.

Also in case you haven't figured it out, I've cancelled my Europe trip. My new tentative plan is to go there for 2019 for the NWC, but anything could happen between now and then so I'll have to wait and see.