the bad news is...i got another mother fucking ticket on Eastland. same cop. as 2 months ago. same mother fucking reason. speeding. but he let me off with driving without proof of insurance. again. why didn't i have proof of insurance AGAIN, you ask? b/c it is still sitting on my desk from where i just went and paid my last ticket and showed them my proof of insurance. why did he let me off...AGAIN, you ask? because before he could even walk up to my window, i was sobbing like a whiny little bitch. i mean, this was the shit icing on my doo doo cupcake of a mother fucking day. i've been without real sleep for about a week, it's my special lady time-so im a little emotional, i woke up in the middle of weird/sad dreams this morning, i dropped my watermelon on the nasty-ass 'work kitchen' floor, some other shit sucks right now, and then....mr. copper mcCoppypants is standing in the road aiming his speed gun at me... i think i scared him...like...he thought i might just go batshit on his ass if he were to give me a real ticket.
and it's only lunch time.so here i am at work again. 2:42 pm.
i need some fucking yanni and yoga. faux reals.
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I don't have any words of wisdom on what to with this check, but I do know for future reference, put on your invoice at the bottom: Please make checks payable to Chestica Molestica, with your address yada yada. That should fix the problem. Been there.
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