I am the boss of this shit
Yeah. My mom and I bought a new DVD player/VCR, which has all these fun fun fun capabilities like transfering VHS tapes to DVDs, and taping things off of TV onto DVDs. So of course I am the only one in the family who is able to set the thing up (my brother takes one look at the instructions and yells "SEE YA!" and runs to his room). My father just grunts and sits on the couch reading the newspaper and eating pistachios, and my mom flutters about separating the wires or some shit.
Basically the point of this story is that I set the thing up by myself and I fucking OWNED it. I was doing shit that wasn't on the instructions, I was using wires that didn't even come with the player. I showed that shit who the fucking BOSS was. And it was ME. That's RIGHT. I am a mechanical GENIUS.
Yesterday I drove up to Brattleboro, Vermont with my mom to pick up my brother. I got to drive! It was exciting. But then the Massachussets drivers scared me and mom had to drive again.
Basically the point of this story is that I set the thing up by myself and I fucking OWNED it. I was doing shit that wasn't on the instructions, I was using wires that didn't even come with the player. I showed that shit who the fucking BOSS was. And it was ME. That's RIGHT. I am a mechanical GENIUS.
Yesterday I drove up to Brattleboro, Vermont with my mom to pick up my brother. I got to drive! It was exciting. But then the Massachussets drivers scared me and mom had to drive again.