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I am incoherent...
With anger. Rage. I am FURIOUS.
Let's start with the simple reason. My rechargeable batteries, which I abuse by sticking in until I go to work in the morning. My fucking sister un. plugged. them. Which means I *have* no batteries. Which means I am going to go fucking INSANE at work without any sort of distraction except the Testimonials and Frequent Go, Bush! This War Is Wonderful! commentaires from everyone at work.
Then there's dad. Last night (as he's been saying for a week and a half) he says he'll get the special non-theft license plate screws, so he can put my plates on. I've had them for a fucking WEEK AND A HALF, and they're still not on. He also said he'd put them on.
Get down this morning, and the plates are still on the table. No sign of dad's car.
Coupled with the batteries, commence ranting at the cats.
And then I remember. I gave him my car keys last night, specifically, so he could. MAKE COPIES. He is. NOT HOME. Therefore, I not only don't have plates on my car, I can't even fucking DRIVE it.
I was supposed to go in early this morning, so I could leave at 4, so I could drive up to Chicago and Milwaukee.
Well. Gosh.
(I am still leaving at four. I don't care how few hours I get today. I will not let him fuck up my weekend)
Let's start with the simple reason. My rechargeable batteries, which I abuse by sticking in until I go to work in the morning. My fucking sister un. plugged. them. Which means I *have* no batteries. Which means I am going to go fucking INSANE at work without any sort of distraction except the Testimonials and Frequent Go, Bush! This War Is Wonderful! commentaires from everyone at work.
Then there's dad. Last night (as he's been saying for a week and a half) he says he'll get the special non-theft license plate screws, so he can put my plates on. I've had them for a fucking WEEK AND A HALF, and they're still not on. He also said he'd put them on.
Get down this morning, and the plates are still on the table. No sign of dad's car.
Coupled with the batteries, commence ranting at the cats.
And then I remember. I gave him my car keys last night, specifically, so he could. MAKE COPIES. He is. NOT HOME. Therefore, I not only don't have plates on my car, I can't even fucking DRIVE it.
I was supposed to go in early this morning, so I could leave at 4, so I could drive up to Chicago and Milwaukee.
Well. Gosh.
(I am still leaving at four. I don't care how few hours I get today. I will not let him fuck up my weekend)
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safe trip
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Coming up by me??!?!?!?!?
Why didn't you say something?
:(
Meep!
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