Didn't get much done today aside from minimalistic bull. Cleaned up a little bit, took a walk, picked up the whip, hit up the bank, got a haircut, ate some cereal. haha. Lemme stop...I hate those damn -lemme-run-through-my-whole-day's-activities lists.
But on the reals, I've been extra frustrated lately because both whips were out of commission and I was royally in a bind. So not only is the Mazda looking right, it finally has a current and valid inspection sticker on the windshield. If you know what's up, then you know such a foreign substance has not touched the surface of that glass in about 26 months. Yes...I am an a$$hole. As much I profess to be organized and on-point in term sof my follow-trough with most things, I didn;t bother to make sure the inspection sticker was legit. So instead, I took more than my share of L's on tickets and parking violations over the last two years. My question though...is why the hell does a missing inspection sticker matter as though you were a wreckless driver. That shT is a joke to me. No accidents caused by me, no DUIs, no lights ran through, yet I'm the bad driver, right? Blow me!
And speaking off blow. I'm going to need small business owners to operate in 2006. If you only take cash, please write it on your forehead in neon green ink. And blink incessantly everytime 30 seconds when we are speaking so as to draw attention to you noggin. Because I will forget to bring the envelop full of twenties when I come to pay for and pick up my vehicle. and then ye, you will have to drive me to the bank to get the money since you don't checks or cards, and I had to walk there because...alas, you have my car dammit.
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