Diary Entry #7 Fo+r fuck's sake... The bike engine isn't turning o+ver, and the o+nly mechanic in to+wn who+ will wo+rk o+n this mo+del is a human that reminds me o+f Ho+russ... I'm also+ fairly sure that he has so+me kind o+f Tro+ll fetish, with the way he kept eyeing myself and Zakary up... I sho+uld really learn ho+w to+ wo+rk o+n this thing, myself. I'm sure I co+uld find so+me video+s o+n ho+w to+ do+ a diagno+stic and a simple repair. After all, ho+w hard can it be? So+ I guess instead o+f go+ing fo+r a ride and clearing my head, I'm go+ing to+ be learning small engine repair and swearing eno+ugh to+ make a Vantas blush. Ho+nestly, I'm mo+re anno+yed at the po+tential damage to+ my nails, than the derailment o+f my plans. Vanessa just painted them, two+ days ago+, and no+w all her hard wo+rk is likely to+ be chipped... Still, better to+ schedule a to+uch up, than dealing with that creep again.
OH, BOY.