I set my alarm(s) for an hour earlier for this morning and I slept even later than yesterday, causing me to be late for work, yet again. During my drive in I thought "I need to win the lottery or become a kept woman ASAP." In reality, I just need someone to drag my ass out of bed in the morning. It might help, of course, if I could fall asleep at a decent hour. Remember that cross country, over the hills, and through the puddles run I took yesterday? Nothing! The next person to tell me that working out helps you sleep better is going to get punched because that shit is false.*
In even better news, I am officially broke. I actually have less than $200 in my bank account until next payday (which is 12/16) because my state's government doesn't take credit cards as payment for car registration renewal. If they did, I would have renewed for two years to take a break from my annual panic and dash to the DMV to renew one or two days before expiration. But this bitch could hardly afford the $54.some cents let alone $107.some cents. Come on Ohio, be cool. I mean, look how rad you are with letting me renew via internet or mail without any inspections! I mean, obviously that is beyond my ability to actually realize, getting it done without visiting your lovely hole in the wall offices, but you extend that opportunity to me. So why not take credit? Is that why Uncle Sam always dresses like a douche? He didn't have a credit card and couldn't afford some American Eagle Outfitters or Diesel jeans or whatever is popular to wear? Is American Eagle Outfitters still a thing? For the past four years I've shopped almost exclusively at Target and Kohls and I don't shop for men so I'm not at the forefront of what is hip for them**. That isn't the point; the point is that the Ohio government needs to accept my fucking Discover Card so that I don't have to panic whenever I check my bank account.
I will give OH one thing though: they do not mess around in their tag agencies. Granted, I usually have to go into one of the seedier strip malls in order to get things taken care of (seriously, there seems to always be a bar or a liquor store directly next store to the agency), but it is an in and out procedure. I think it took me all of fifteen minutes to drive to the place, complete my transaction, and get back to my office. I told my mother about it and she seemed really hung up on the fact that my registration expires on my birthday. She questioned it so much that I went out to my car to double check because I thought "well, fuck, I'm pretty stupid so maybe I've been freaking out annually for no reason." But ta-dow! it does expire on my birthday, biatch!***
Finally, these subcutaneous lumps from my subcutaneous shots? Yeah, they've over stayed their welcome. There are two hard ones (heh) on my right thigh and I'm steady pressing and rubbing on them like that will do anything (totally doesn't). What's more, I'm wearing a skirt today and I keep pulling it up to look at them and press them. It isn't that scandalous but I wouldn't call it office appropriate. And what if someone asks me what I'm doing? "Rubbing something hard and sore... it feels better than if I do it through my clothing." That doesn't sound suggestive at all does it?
Well, that was my ten minute break - back to the wonderful, magical, transcendent world of data entry for this girl.
* I also don't get a burst of energy after I work out so I'm not buying into any of that propaganda.
** Who am I kidding? I'm not on the forefront of hip for anybody and I never was. I actually asked a friend for help on the fancy man's jeans brand front and she had to call her husband because she's not exactly riding the train to cool kid town either. So they're wearing True Religion now, eh?
*** Yes, I'm excited to find out I wasn't that stupid, as though the level of stupid that causes me to forget that I need to renew my registration by my birthday rather than Jesus's is a perfectly acceptable level of stupid.
In even better news, I am officially broke. I actually have less than $200 in my bank account until next payday (which is 12/16) because my state's government doesn't take credit cards as payment for car registration renewal. If they did, I would have renewed for two years to take a break from my annual panic and dash to the DMV to renew one or two days before expiration. But this bitch could hardly afford the $54.some cents let alone $107.some cents. Come on Ohio, be cool. I mean, look how rad you are with letting me renew via internet or mail without any inspections! I mean, obviously that is beyond my ability to actually realize, getting it done without visiting your lovely hole in the wall offices, but you extend that opportunity to me. So why not take credit? Is that why Uncle Sam always dresses like a douche? He didn't have a credit card and couldn't afford some American Eagle Outfitters or Diesel jeans or whatever is popular to wear? Is American Eagle Outfitters still a thing? For the past four years I've shopped almost exclusively at Target and Kohls and I don't shop for men so I'm not at the forefront of what is hip for them**. That isn't the point; the point is that the Ohio government needs to accept my fucking Discover Card so that I don't have to panic whenever I check my bank account.
I will give OH one thing though: they do not mess around in their tag agencies. Granted, I usually have to go into one of the seedier strip malls in order to get things taken care of (seriously, there seems to always be a bar or a liquor store directly next store to the agency), but it is an in and out procedure. I think it took me all of fifteen minutes to drive to the place, complete my transaction, and get back to my office. I told my mother about it and she seemed really hung up on the fact that my registration expires on my birthday. She questioned it so much that I went out to my car to double check because I thought "well, fuck, I'm pretty stupid so maybe I've been freaking out annually for no reason." But ta-dow! it does expire on my birthday, biatch!***
Finally, these subcutaneous lumps from my subcutaneous shots? Yeah, they've over stayed their welcome. There are two hard ones (heh) on my right thigh and I'm steady pressing and rubbing on them like that will do anything (totally doesn't). What's more, I'm wearing a skirt today and I keep pulling it up to look at them and press them. It isn't that scandalous but I wouldn't call it office appropriate. And what if someone asks me what I'm doing? "Rubbing something hard and sore... it feels better than if I do it through my clothing." That doesn't sound suggestive at all does it?
Well, that was my ten minute break - back to the wonderful, magical, transcendent world of data entry for this girl.
* I also don't get a burst of energy after I work out so I'm not buying into any of that propaganda.
** Who am I kidding? I'm not on the forefront of hip for anybody and I never was. I actually asked a friend for help on the fancy man's jeans brand front and she had to call her husband because she's not exactly riding the train to cool kid town either. So they're wearing True Religion now, eh?
*** Yes, I'm excited to find out I wasn't that stupid, as though the level of stupid that causes me to forget that I need to renew my registration by my birthday rather than Jesus's is a perfectly acceptable level of stupid.
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