“Oh god, what is this guys problem! That loud GTI must be doing at least 20 over down this dark, narrow road. I should just hang over here, out of his way so he doesn’t kill me. On second thought, I’m going to jump in front of him and see if he can swerve in time!”—Suicidal opossum on 113th ave
Christmas is in five days, and this is the first time I’ve really thought about it. Growing up is dumb.
Growing up is also slightly cool. But mostly dumb.
Also, I may be drinking too much lately, but I’m not sure if anyone can be the judge of that besides myself, and as I said, I’m not sure.
I did some roofing work today for some money, and I think I get paid tomorrow. Woo. I’m also going to go into Bank of America and rage on some accountants, or something, and see if I can get those overdraft fees reversed, because charging people money because they don’t have money is just silly. Hopefully my local banker feels similarly.