FlashMagnanimous

My dad has finally given me the responsibility of driving the van around to wash carpets. I've never driven it before since he always had my brothers do the driving, but they quit last week and we were left without options. Can't say I mind it. I was uneasy driving at first, but after a few trips to the gas station and back, the fear was lifted. What I don't like is driving without a license. Yeah, I still don't have my license, and I could have had it if my car hadn't broken down before moving out of my mom's. Now I have to buy a new car and to do that, I need to work, which includes driving without a license. There's always some complicati

Aw, man. I haven't written in my journal for a good year now. I've had so much happen these past months and not once did it cross my mind to write it down on paper. I need to start getting into the habit again. Writing was my best escape on lonely days, and I've let the hinges rust. Where to start, where to start... I've had many good, bad, and thoughtless moments pass. Over these past years, I've been emotionally drained and I can't say I expect certain events to happen in my life anymore. I don't expect others to be there for me. My plans either happen, or they don't. I'm taking things as they come, and if I see no better alternative, I'll

1. Tell you why I befriended you. 2. Tell you my favorite thing about you. 3. Associate you with something random: a song, a color, a photo, etc. 4. Tell you a memory of you that I try to remember. 5. Ask something I've always wanted to know about you. 6. Tell you what I'd do if we were in the same room right now. 7. If you and I are handcuffed together in a cop car. Using only 3 words, what I would say to you. 8. In return, you must post this in your journal.