I have a freaking license you crazies...

Yes, that's right, I am one biggedy bad ass licensed driver. I know you're all jealous. But here's the amazing part. The DOL is all liars... okay not all of them, but a lot of them. Because everyone I talked to before the lady called my number and I walked up there said I had to take a test. I looked at her, said I had to take a test, and she said... let me check. Then proceeded to hand me a signature card and tell me to wait for my picture. Rude! (Not to you lady who said I just had to take a picture, but to everyone before you.)( Lady, you're nice)

So I pretty much figured that they knew what a great driver I was and decided to just let me get a license. Good job you people.

I spent the rest of the morning getting a terrible nail fill, and acclimating myself with the area. There are some places I would love to live here, forever.

NEWSFLASH! I decided today that I really like it here. like a lot. Like, more than I really thought I could ever like living in a big city with lots of traffic and (gasp!) rain! it suits me. And nobody stares at me funny for looking classy.

Rachel Jones, secret agent