Thursday, March 09, 2006
It took me 4 hours at the Dep of Public Safety to get my bastard license figured out. 4 hours, zero homework, one Beotch, 2 angels, a written test, a driving test, 2 calls to the insurance agency, 6 calls to a non answering father and one phone call to my angelic brooke who listened past the tears and profanity. Blessings. And God came through. I can drive this week to Cali. Yay.
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3 comments:
Hey what about your fab mo who did call you back???!!!!
this is very true.. you did call me back.. and the goat story made my day!!
Hey, I actually posted on my blog today!!!
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