Originally Posted By: Capo de La Cosa Nostra
But, on a serious note, I'm reluctant to even get a job in which I have to serve people and handle money, because I really am quite horrendous at counting coins.


I always have been too... Not that I'm that bad at it, the prospect of it just makes me feel uncomfortable.

I think it was around 8th grade, when they began to bring in the "real math" that my GPA began to drop in math class. But, to compensate, it was around middle school that I really began to excel in English, music, and art classes.

"Somebody told me when the bomb hits, everybody in a two mile radius will be instantly sublimated, but if you lay face down on the ground for some time, avoiding the residual ripples of heat, you might survive, permanently fucked up and twisted like you're always underwater refracted. But if you do go gas, there's nothing you can do if the air that was once you is mingled and mashed with the kicked up molecules of the enemy's former body. Big-kid-tested, motherf--ker approved."