Read now.I've pulled a disappearing act. Y'all should realize this happens occasionally, usually in May. I've finished my junior year. Curses upon my English teacher at the community college. She was a... let's just say an unbeautiful word. I can get A's on all my papers from the head of the history department, yet I only can get B's from some girl who was teaching high school at some tiny private Christian school two years prior? Expletive. Expletive. Been working like a dog. I bet I've outworked all of you people... sweating in a hot Southern summer sun. It's a lot of fun. I finally got a pay raise after a year. Happiness! Fun for everyone! My first car got wrecked by some crazy female who cannot drive. She was emotionally distraught and not paying attention. There goes my 1989 Buick Century, with 64000 miles and 30 MPG. Just more proof WOMEN CANNOT DRIVE. *evil laughter* I bought a truck. 1990 Ford half-ton gray towing truck. No 4x4 but that's okay. Mileage sucks. But it has a running board, long bed, lights on the hood... very legit. And only 92000 miles. Okay, dinner, church, wake up, work all day, get tires changed, go to broomball, rock it out, sleeeep. Later. | 
That stinks.
