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[Built From Spirals]
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I bought a new car last week: a 2000 Toyota Camry.
Oddly enough, the car previously belonged to a friend of mine from high school, who is currently living and working in Warsaw, Poland, after getting canned by Cincinnati Public Schools. I didn't know it was her car, however, until her stepfather handed me the title. The world is too, too small.
I googled K. today, and found her e-mail. I'd love to get in touch with her, since "car"ma sees it fit that our paths cross.
At the title office today, I had to call J., K's stepfather, to get the power of attorney form in order to finalize the title transfer. J. faxed it to the title office, and all was well. It's always something when it comes to vehicle-related matters and the government. The title had been notarized for chrissake. Why the POA was necessary made no sense, and the clerk didn't explain the "law" very well. The man can be such a pain in my ass. More of a pain as I handed over my Visa to pay the three-hundred-plus bucks in taxes that went along with the transaction. Happy, happy. Joy, joy.
Aren't I interesting?
I have a new Web project. I'm working 60-hour weeks. And I'm still broke. There's something wrong with this. I have two fucking graduate degrees, and I'm broke.
But I'm also drinking Southern Comfort as I type this schmuck. So that makes up for it.
In a couple o' years, I want to get back into freelance work. Sitting in an office from eight to five, Monday through Friday is really getting to me. The benefits are good, though. There's something about seeing a dentist twice a year and not paying for it. It's the man, keeping us all in ten-by-ten cells during daylight hours--all in exchange for dental care and affordable prescriptions and free flu shots and fifty-percent discounts on company products.
Oh, I currenty have a crush on Kanye West. Deal with it. |
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