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I got my learner's permit today. It's too bad driving scares me, though. For my money, horses are the superior means of conveyance. Horses, unlike cars, want to live. This, combined with my personal desire to live, should more or less make one collision proof ride, right? And hell, the bastards don't explode either.

Driving back from the DMV, my Dad noticed a sign advertising a sale at Walmart.

-Look, 10% off cards for Dad.

-No, it's gifts for Dad. I guess it's a father's day thing.

-Oh, it's probably just bad stuff like underwear designed by homosexuals.

-What?

-Homosexuals make underwear for men that are like women's underwear.

-So, what? Their underwear doesn't come with a fly, or something?

-Yes.

-Are you sure you didn't accidentally buy women's underwear?

Weird.

So I'm planning on moving to Boston because, you know, I'm miserable in Pennsylvania and anywhere with my parents. I'm not anticipating support since my plans to take time off from college were shot down. I guess it'll be a step into manhood, or something. I just hope I find a job soon so I can have something saved up.