Since for some strange reason I don't have a car yet... Guess who drives me around??
Oh you guessed it. my lovely slightly psychopathic mother.
And you know on most days I feel like I'm just the shit.
So guess what I'm going to do...
I'm going to roll down the window and show the world my beautiful face.
But then I forgot about my mother's window buttons...
So she rolls MY window up with the same stupid excuse every time.
"The AC is on."
Like I do not care about the AC. I care about the world seeing my face.
God ... You gotta make things all complicated.
Msft
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The Rants Of A Teenage Misfit
Non-FictionThis Book is just me ranting about dumb (And sometimes important) shit. So ... Here I am.