My balls smell good.

Back again, I just hit ten months driving. As much as I want to stop driving, I've been thinking about doing it for another year. Why? Am I fucking crazy? I hate this job, but a lot of mother fuckers want two years experience over the road. God, I don't want to do it, I hate dealing with all the shit from these fuckin' bastards, but... I don't know. Amber and I recently spent about two months together. I went to Indiana to see her and stayed for about a week I think. Then before I was going to leave, we just decided that she was coming with me. It was crazy fun, the best part about it was being able to share the experience I've had so far with somebody else. You know, like seeing the country, all the sights and stuff. It was fun. Kay bye.