You gotta love google

I just finished writing my "very first resignation letter". On my very own.
I feel so important! My pride right now is only matched by that one time in Sabilah when I had to sew on my pants button. I was literally jumping around parading my "accomplishment" (yeah. I have pretty low standards). I could hardly contain my happiness and pride. Is that how the person who invented peanut butter felt? It must be.

I couldn't have done my letter today without the aid of dear ol' Google. I wonder how people used to do their "very first" anything without the gem of a creation called Internet and Google. On the other hand, that's not necessarily always a good thing. I still can't forget the look Dalia and I had when we tried to search for something and started typing "how to..." then we got a list of previously searched questions, the first of which was "How to dispose of a dead body".

And yes bro, I STILL don't wanna know.