Grrr
Well, as expected, the DMV most certainly did NOT call me back within 48 hours as they said they would. Should I have expected anything less? I'm going to call them today and try again to express my extreme displeasure at being charged for a ticket that I paid twice already. Very annoyed with that.
Also.. my brother Joe is kind of sleazy. I don't know if I mentioned this before- but he was dating two girls at once, because he couldn't figure out which one he liked better. Then he figured out that he liked Cathy better and took her and her two kids down the shore, and introduced them to my kids, and they had fun and played together and such and went out to various places like the zoo and boardwalk. So he was all ready to choose Cathy.. but then Mary gave him sex. And he's all about dumping Cathy, because he's getting some from Mary - oh, and Jolene (his daughter, the 27 year old schizophrenic who basically runs Joe's life by manipulation tactics) likes her better than Cathy. So instead of telling Cathy something in person like.. oh, I don't know what he could have said to make it better. "I'm a stupid male and my heart is ruled by my penis. Please forgive me but I'm breaking up with you because I'm getting laid." just doesn't seem to cut it --- he sends her email. Breakup email. Yes, the wonders of the technological age and the sleazy brother.
My bedroom just keeps getting worse and worse, and I cannot seem to find the time and inclination to clean it. Today I was planning on it- but my mother wanted me to take her out to Chinese Buffet for lunch. Let's see... yummy free Chinese food... .vs.... cleaning shit. Sigh. You see how this goes. Basically, organizing and straightening things is an annoying chore that I'll only do when I have absolutely nothing better to do. I almost always have something better to do, hence, the disorganized and scattered state of my room. It's nothing filthy or anything- just scattered books, games, tapes, etc. Stacks of magazines, a few boxes , etc. So I tend to just say "Oh, it'll be alright" and leave it be. But it's starting to get to the point where I'm having trouble finding things... and the clutter is getting on my nerves, so I'll have to make myself make time for it.
Blargh.
Also.. my brother Joe is kind of sleazy. I don't know if I mentioned this before- but he was dating two girls at once, because he couldn't figure out which one he liked better. Then he figured out that he liked Cathy better and took her and her two kids down the shore, and introduced them to my kids, and they had fun and played together and such and went out to various places like the zoo and boardwalk. So he was all ready to choose Cathy.. but then Mary gave him sex. And he's all about dumping Cathy, because he's getting some from Mary - oh, and Jolene (his daughter, the 27 year old schizophrenic who basically runs Joe's life by manipulation tactics) likes her better than Cathy. So instead of telling Cathy something in person like.. oh, I don't know what he could have said to make it better. "I'm a stupid male and my heart is ruled by my penis. Please forgive me but I'm breaking up with you because I'm getting laid." just doesn't seem to cut it --- he sends her email. Breakup email. Yes, the wonders of the technological age and the sleazy brother.
My bedroom just keeps getting worse and worse, and I cannot seem to find the time and inclination to clean it. Today I was planning on it- but my mother wanted me to take her out to Chinese Buffet for lunch. Let's see... yummy free Chinese food... .vs.... cleaning shit. Sigh. You see how this goes. Basically, organizing and straightening things is an annoying chore that I'll only do when I have absolutely nothing better to do. I almost always have something better to do, hence, the disorganized and scattered state of my room. It's nothing filthy or anything- just scattered books, games, tapes, etc. Stacks of magazines, a few boxes , etc. So I tend to just say "Oh, it'll be alright" and leave it be. But it's starting to get to the point where I'm having trouble finding things... and the clutter is getting on my nerves, so I'll have to make myself make time for it.
Blargh.