Mom's fucking ROCK!! My mom came to the rescue (again) with this wake thing. She took it apon herself to put most of it together without even telling me. So when I called her and asked if I could borow a few chairs she told me that it was already taken care of. Man, I know that I'm supposed to be on my own and all that but you know what? It does feel nice to know that my mom is still being a mom.
Meanwhile, back in the bat cave.......
School is stil pissing me off. I discovered that I really suck at chemistry. But on the plus side I'm actually making friends in class.
My friends say that I need a new job. What do you think? I work for my father, in a shitty body shop, doing paint work with acid and other volatile chemicals, and everyday I cheat death in some form or another. From nearly being impaled on a screwdriver ( that was thursday) to having my hair and face set on fire ( that was last week) to falling off the top if a 15 foot traier with an air hose wraped around my ankle and having the air hose stop my fall 6 inches from the ground ( that was last spring). What do you think? You think I need a new job or what?
Here's to cheeting death!!!
Meanwhile, back in the bat cave.......
School is stil pissing me off. I discovered that I really suck at chemistry. But on the plus side I'm actually making friends in class.
My friends say that I need a new job. What do you think? I work for my father, in a shitty body shop, doing paint work with acid and other volatile chemicals, and everyday I cheat death in some form or another. From nearly being impaled on a screwdriver ( that was thursday) to having my hair and face set on fire ( that was last week) to falling off the top if a 15 foot traier with an air hose wraped around my ankle and having the air hose stop my fall 6 inches from the ground ( that was last spring). What do you think? You think I need a new job or what?
Here's to cheeting death!!!