Ok, Ok I'll admit as to how awesome I am. I can take the bassline from some of the most complicated pieces and learn them nearly note for note to the astonishment of many of my friends and family. Pieces such as Quincy Jones, " Tell Me a Bedtime Story " and Angela Bofill's " " Under the Moon & Over the Sky "
I'm proficient at doing many of my own motor vehicle repairs. Brakes, valve cover gaskets, fuel pump removal and replacement are just a few things I have accomplished on my car.
I make some of the best homemade chicken nuggets, as well an awesome honey and mustard sauce that is to die for. I've test marketed them on my co-workers, I have so much faith in them, they want to buy them, they're just that good.
I just got finished winning all 8 licenses in the Gran Turismo 3 Driving Simulator / Motor-Racing Game, all within the spanse of less than an hour. Despite the fact that I'd already done this yesterday, but lost the info because of neglecting to save it to a memory card, I beat the thing just now, winning the Mazda that I'm using to help me win the rest of the game.
I picked up smoking after four years of being off, just about three weeks ago, grabbed ahold of a box of nicotine patches and after only using two patches, I'm on the road to recovery again, I'd refused to just piss away four years of being cigarette free. And yes, I enjoyedbeing able to lite up after four years, but I'm gonna' do the right thing for myself by keeping up the fight. I've got over three weeks of clean time where a fall like that would normally knock most folx outta' da' box, leading them on a continued road to remaining a smoker, trust me, I know, I've smoked and more years and have had only a few succesfull runs, doing without them. Four years is a record for me.
