Saturday morning classes...
All I have to say is: Bless Kyle's crazy ass soldier of a mother. She made us homemade bisquits and gravy. And class starts at 10 today instead of 9. In other news, i have to pay for the damage to my dads truck and provide him with a rental for however long the lazy asses at the body shop (who have a deal with the rental place im sure) take to fix that flimsy piece of Chevy Bowtie ASS! Fuck a bunch of American car builders using cheap fucking Japanese "steel". Im going to buy REAL truck, if i ever buy one. an F-100 with a fuckin 460. if not, just something to get girls to notice me... maybe something a bit played out that counts as some sort of status symbol, such as a BMW or some other yuppie mobile. I'd rather have a Musclecar. A '60 Starliner... mmm... yummy.