GovernMental

Bureaucratic fucknuts! I call the DMV because, you see, we recently moved from another state and I need new plates. The registration actually expired last month, but we didn't get the inspections until this month. So I call and say "Hey, what do I need?" Before you ask, yes I did tell them that I needed new plates as I just moved from another state. They said "Old registration from old state and safety and emissions paperwork." Got it, so I call my mom to run me over there ebcause I don't currently have a car of my own. We get there and they say "Title?" Fuck, title? you didn't say I needed the title! Well, apparently I do. Fabulous. It's in a box. Ask me where something, anything is. It's in a fucking BOX!

On th upshot, after I ranted about the fuckers who didn't tell me I needed the title and after I wondered what people who don't own their cars outright and who have a bank holding their titles do, we stopped at the duck park. Toria chased the ducks and they yelled. Beautiful animals, they are.

Now I'm home and it's one of those headaches. You know, the kind that start small, but pretty soon the light's so bright it makes you nauseous?

But I can't go nap or anything because I'm waiting for a call from the realtor. Please, God. Let someone want our lovely house. It's nice, I promise!