Now my stepdad is nagging me about taking the written part of the driving test so I can get my learner's permit.
Uh, yeah, I need money to do that, bozo.
I'll give you the money.
Ok. Fine. But why do I need a permit right now? What's the point? WE DON'T FUCKING HAVE A CAR! What am I gonna do, ask the Marta bus driver to scoot over and let me practice? Shit, just get off my back.
In other news, just read this:
Click here for the original article on Yahoo Poor guy, I hope he finds it. I really thought it was a cute and creative idea.
Yet, what I don't understand, is this:
"But I had to tell her the story -- she went absolutely mad. Now she is refusing to speak to me until I get her a new ring."
WHAT!? How can she be mad at him for something like that? It was an accident, she should be lucky just to have somebody! Does she know how many of us can't find somebody? Do you know how hard it is to find someone who likes you enough (or that you like enough) to buy a $12,000 ring for? Seriously, stop bitching and marry him, he sounds like a great guy. And if you're mad at him for that, you don't deserve him.