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so then, i failed the driver's test, for the third time. i couldn't back up straight. i mean let's face it, i was fuckin' spun. i've been awash with nausea all day and the freaking out over the test wasn't helping. so when he told me i failed, i started crying, then sobbing, then gagging... ah, good times. so now it's gonna be me calling the fuckin' DMV tomorrow to set up yet another appointment, although this time i have to retake the written test, 'cause them's the rules and they get to squeeze twelve more dollars out of me. so, yes. and david (my ex-boss from taco bell) called up his boss about me coming back to work there, but company policy forbids rehiring after four months, and so... yes. starbucks, though? we shall see. i mean it's not like i wanted my license anyway. it's not like i was shitting my pants over it or anything. it's not like i couldn't sleep the night preceding the test (mostly) 'cause i was so fucking excited about it or anything. no sir. and it's gonna be months now. months 'till i can go in for another test. 'cause the DMV is prostyle like that. sleepy-sleep time, if that's possible in my current state (no). |
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pissed off.