Pfft...that's NOTHING, rainbaby. I actually crashed my car during my license test. The testing guy told me that I was the worst driver he had ever seen in all his years at the job and that he was whiteknuckled the whole time because he thought I was too stupid to know where the brakes were.
I didn't get my license until I was 21. And I only did it then because I needed ID.
rainbaby I have tried multiple times over the years to learn to drive stick. I fail mainly because everyone I've ever lived with has owned automatics and that includes the farm trucks (yeah, I know o_O) Well, except for my x when he was in college but he was such a horrifically bad teacher that I think we tried, like, once.
I confess to lusting after a new iPod, even though I have 2 already.
When I was younger, the passion I felt growing in my chest when arguing I now know was angina. No matter how valid my facts and logic, I could not win a verbal argument because my opponent could out-emotion me. What I thought was the advantage of exuberance was actually ripping me to shreds on the inside. The damage to my son's life that I could have prevented had I been healthy is too far gone now to salvage, even if I had the money to hire the lawyers and other professionals I would need.
When no one is around to see what i look like, my hair is often up in a clip, because it's an actual physical weight and palpable heat and i'm not looking at me, so i most probably look somewhere in the range of some spunky 80s telly tween to a Philip Tracy hat wearer most of the time.
Combined with my variable stage of invariable undress, it's a crime against all that is holy.
Circumstances willing, i'd be rocking it 24/7, but alas and alack--