Then I got drunk. On a Wednesday night. Always good!
The examiner. FUCK ME. Enormous! Like, had-to-hold-the-frame-of-the-car-in-order-to-
Wanted out of that car as soon as possible.
Have decided that until Man leaves Girlfriend ("January".. we'll see..), I'm going to pull.
BECAUSE I WANT TO.
Y'know. Like that Billie song.