I think they've missed the point.
At this point in my camera roll, I have a conversation between myself and the friend I recently got back in touch with. I can't share it here because of too many names, but I'll share the story.
Basically, when we were about 14, her on/off boyfriend, her cousin, and I were all at her house. The boyfriend locked her and himself into her bedroom and was trying to do things he ought not have been doing. Somehow, my little bad ass picked the lock to her bedroom door and actually threw him from her bed and into her dresser.
I only vaguely remember this. I do not remember attacking him. She does and she still thanks me for it. We are unsure if I have since lost my lock picking abilities.
Back with the previously scheduled programming.
Positive thought for the day: I hardcore adulted this week. I worked all week. I made dinner more times than we ate out/ordered in. I spring cleaned nearly the entire apartment (my back was giving out so I didn't finish yet).
PS: The story of the ATM coming later this week. It's a mess.