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big test = nerves and nausea. current song: neighbourhood #3 by the arcade fire. no, not arcane, arcade. i passed all my practicals on saturday. so that means thursday that i have to pass one hell of a test, and then i'll be a real live grown-up with a real live grown-up job. i'll have a uniform, even, and not like a fast-food uniform. and i'll get to drive a big fuck-off truck with blinky lights on top that goes wwwwooooooooooooooo. shit, that reminds me. i have to go to the bmv and see how many points i have on my license. if i've got more than six i can't drive the fuck-off truck. ten bucks says i have more than six. no wait, make that three bucks. that's all i've got. oooh, it's getting near breakfast, and i do adore some mcdonalds deep fried potato goodness. that three dollars is as good as gone, so bet's off unless i can gank a little cash out of hubby dearest's wallet. but then we'll have to shake on it and whatnot. so yeah, life is on edge until thursday. i hope i can devour enough greasy fast-food consumerist american goodness by then, because i won't be able to all day on thursday. i'll wretch something fierce if i do, and i'm fairly sure that they won't accept a test covered in the previous contents of my fragile stomach. yum. ~*~ immediate yesterday. ~*~ divination. ~*~ get your own guestbook here |
