Permanent

I now resent the word permanent, I resent the phrase "you are driving me crazy you are so dramatic", I resent everyone in the world that has a license. I gave myself some time before writing this post, I wish I hadn't, the disappointment and failure that I felt would have been so fresh and alive that readers probably could have tasted the tears. Maybe right now you have no idea what I am talking about, maybe you do, I might as well just let it spill, I failed my permit test, and I am sure just like my friend's roommate who repeated back to me in confusion, you are saying "permit?, like the permit knowledge test?". Um yeah did I stutter?? I failed that computer test that 16 year olds pass before they are put behind the wheel of a 2 ton machine that can pretty much kill anything in its path!

To think that my past time of sitting on my steps, smoking, and watching the high schoolers come to and from school could get even more interesting, and by interesting i mean even more full of hate.

I tried not to get dramatic you know, I couldn't let it get me too down, I mean apart from the three hours I spent crying and screaming to the heavens, I thought I handled it pretty well.

I have since separated from it, attempting to find a humor in my ineptitude, or at least appear to be doing so. It was going rather well until one of my friends actually expressed sincere disappointment in me. How dare they! Real friends don't have standards, disappointments, and expectations! They are supposed to be yes men and women, rubbing my back, taking my abuse, and telling me I am perfect. Little do they know my revenge will come at a time when expected reassurance will not!! "your ass does look fat!" "you won't get that job!". Immature? you might think so, that is what they also said when I hung up on them. But in my experience, nothing feels better then a successful hangup, they must be perfectly timed and with an ending snotty phrase that could land you a part on the OC (like 5 years ago). Mine was, "well sorry I couldn't be better for you!" CLICK

Maybe I got what I deserved, maybe spending 5 years in the passenger seat, insisting on shotgun and never paying attention to the road wasn't enough to teach me what i needed to know for the test, maybe those two hours that i skimmed the drivers manual while watching a movie wasn't enough! Who really knows! All i know is that third times a charm and the god damn department of driving ain't gonna hold me back, whether they like it or not I make an oath to be on the road risking both my own and other people lives in at least the next week!

oh and permanent, just sounds like permit, so i hate it