I’ve learned that living in a home constructed of concrete and all tile floors is a bee-yatch to clean. Especially while living with a cat. The hair. My God, the hair. Ooh, and the dust too. And just when I’m done sweeping and cleaning, he goes in his litter box and does whatever it is that cats do in litter boxes, and then displays his paw prints outlined in shitty litter all. Over.
So, instead of dealing with it like a man, I opt to go out and enjoy my first full day with my newly used car. What a Cluster Fu*k that was.
Having not had a car for four months, and only driving for a few days while visiting home, I was like, well, a chick. I narrowly cheated death twice before I even left my village. Mostly because I had not a baker’s clue where the hell I was going or how to get there, mildly regretting the countless hours I spent on the bus staring at girls and not paying attention to my exterior surroundings.
You see, they don’t require I take any tests or get my vision checked. But my vision is fine I tell you, for I saw that both impending accidents were prolly gonna be my fault for either going waaaaay to fast, or not paying attention. Not including the time I was trying to make a left turn at a light. And since I was the first one off the racing line, I opted to go left, allowing the oncoming, left turning traffic to line up to my right, intrigued why the cars behind me went further down and lined up on the other side.
That was kinda funny.
So, instead of dealing with it like a man, I opt to go out and enjoy my first full day with my newly used car. What a Cluster Fu*k that was.
Having not had a car for four months, and only driving for a few days while visiting home, I was like, well, a chick. I narrowly cheated death twice before I even left my village. Mostly because I had not a baker’s clue where the hell I was going or how to get there, mildly regretting the countless hours I spent on the bus staring at girls and not paying attention to my exterior surroundings.
You see, they don’t require I take any tests or get my vision checked. But my vision is fine I tell you, for I saw that both impending accidents were prolly gonna be my fault for either going waaaaay to fast, or not paying attention. Not including the time I was trying to make a left turn at a light. And since I was the first one off the racing line, I opted to go left, allowing the oncoming, left turning traffic to line up to my right, intrigued why the cars behind me went further down and lined up on the other side.
That was kinda funny.
