Rocket Queen

I got my dream car, my dog died, my health issues have both declined and gotten better (it’s a constant up and down), men have once again surprised and disappointed me, I’ve now lost a total of 4+ stone so I’m less fat these days, I have been referred for female sterilisation (fingers crossed cause fuck them kids) and probably some other stuff I can’t remember

Subaru Impreza WRX GC8 in white, I prefer the Subaru blue but it still was very very nice in white tbf

I’ve been saving and looking for my dream car every day now for a good while, probs 6 months, I’ve saved about £2k and taken out a £5k loan

I was supposed to be viewing one this Saturday, all planned, got the loan sorted, the car looked amazing and had loads of work done to it (baring in mind this car is older than me). I’ve been so excited the last few days like it’s felt unreal that it could be mine The guy messaged earlier to say somebody else had gone this evening and brought it

Gutted is an understatement