In Chicago, theres a rave. Im going.
*Cue* party boy music
I passed. Simple as that. The woman I had was easy as hell but it helped that I fixed my mirrors. I have it and I...Look like Im from the hood. Im not overwhelmed with joy though my ma was
... lulz
Feels like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders though. Next goal: Fix my life.
I can actually laugh about it. Im not really stressed about it, surprise. Honestly, I hear the first time is when most people fail. They usually get it the second time 'round. Plus, I just screwed up with downhill parking. I drove on the friggin grass lmao. Not entirely my fault though because my side mirrors gave the illusion like they were in good places. Wrong. Well I fixed that, the tester gave me some pointers and wasnt an ass. Im going right back there tomorrow and passin that son of a lord and savior.
Count on it ![]()



