Yesterday I added yet more fuel to my wallet rapist at a super-low price of 144.9 cents per litre.
I know; suck it southern states. I have a government that likes me.
Still, shelling out $15 for about 10 litres of fuel isn't what I call ideal. I don't really want buy fuel at all, but I have to if I want to go to uni. There is no public transport where I live, because I live in the suburb of Hickville, Gold Coast.
I dream of living closer in town, perhaps in my own apartment (with a bus stop around the corner). It makes me smile. I could have guests! Guests would come and visit me and I would entertain them!
They would say: "Oh Rohan I love what you have done with your apartment."
And I would say: "Yes! Would you like a cup of tea?!"
Then they would say: "No thanks. I'll just have water."
I shall reply: "But I have tea! Tea right here! IT IS TRADITIONAL THAT I OFFER YOU TEA!"
Their response: "One sugar."
My house would be like a giant Flair board! I could put whatever I pleased in the house! Then I could invite people in to look at the house! Er, I mean, apartment.
Of course, this is ignoring the fact that I would have to pay rent for the
This depresses me.
Roll on $8 a litre I say. Then (through twisty environmental economics) I could afford to live in a
Look forward to me blogging incessently about uni for the next five months. It becomes my entire world.
Apartment picture by huxleyesque