This glass is half full of anger

So, I really need to vent. I mean big time vent. About a couple of things actually. So, first things first. I had been driving around on expired plates because the state of Missouri forgot to send me a reminder that my plates were expired. I don't check my plates too regularly so I kind of depend on the state to remind me of such things. And you know, you think they would remind you as they like to take my money as it is. Anyway, I went and jumped through all the hoops that one has to jump through to get a new sticker. And last Saturday I went to the DMV to get my sticker. Only, the incompetent fools at the DMV couldn't fucking figure it out. They say I am not in the system; they don't believe I even have Missouri plates even when I show them the receipt for said plates from last year. They tell me that THEY MUST SPEAK TO SOMEONE AT THE CAPITOL and that I need to come back during the week. Fine. Am I pissed? Yes, but at this point I've only been to the DMV once, as opposed the five times I had to go last year due to incompetence on their part, so I resolve to go back on Thursday (today) when I am on vacation.

Okay, so then part two factors in. I have a whole host of new neighbors. The one thing I like about my complex is the off street parking. But now that we have 2 couples living in the building we have six cars and five spots. I think you can see where I am going here. So, I call my landlord to ask is it supposed to be first come first serve or do we say that each apartment gets a spot and the multiple cars rotate in the extra spot. Well, apparently the "fair" thing according to the landlord is first come first serve. Which, I am sorry is bullshit. I think each apartment should have a spot. Anyway, I come home last night to find that one of my new neighbors has decided to park like a fucking moron and take up two spots. So, I had to park on the street for the first time since I have moved here. I was (am) fucking pissed. So, this morning I walk out to my car to find two tickets waiting for me. One for expired plates (valid but onlybecause the DMV sucks) and one for an invalid inspection (which is bullshit and I am fighting).

So, I get in my car and head to the DMV and I am already livid at getting these tickets which I would not have gotten had the bitch downstairs fucking parked straight. At the DMV, I end up with the same girl I had on Saturday. I remind her about Saturday and she starts the process. Only guess what? She actually didn't have to call Jeff City. She just gives me new plates (because Missouri redesigned their plates). So, at this point I fucking lose it. I mean I LOSE IT. I turn to this idiot and ask her why she couldn't have just given me plates on Saturday. And she gives me some bullshit about being new. Then I tell her that thanks to her being a fucking moron I got two tickets and I ask if she wants to pay for them. She declines. So, fine I leave with my plates and tell her that the DMV needs to get it's head out of it's ass.

But I feel a little bad. Like that girl probably did not deserve my anger directly pointed at her. But my god. I am just so angry. I want to fucking punch something. Or better yet. I want to go shoot my new gun. Actually, that's not a bad idea. If only I had time for that today.

We're Jammin'

This morning sucked. And when I say sucked; I mean REALLY sucked. On my way to work this morning I got into quite the fender bender (that's #14 for those of you keeping track). Let's just say icy roads + jerky drivers + losing control = Jalehlabad's car is in the body shop. I don't know the extent of the damage or if things are being totalled or what. I can tell you that I (and the other eight cars involved in an accident not of my making) shut down a major artery in the Lou. And I know I made the news because I could hear the traffic helicopters above me.

Here's what happened: I was driving to work when the car in front of me slammed on their brakes to avoid hitting an accident in progress. I pumped my brakes in an effort to avoid the woman in front of my and in the process smashed into the guardrail and spun 180 degrees. I quickly hopped out to look at my car and luckily, there was very little damage done to the car. As I got back in and put my seat belt on another person lost control and smashed into me head on. I was very grateful for the seat belt then. And also, I was amazingly lucky to not be out of my car where he would have mostly likely crushed my legs between my car and the guardrail. Folks, stay in your car when there is an accident. Then the tow truck, driven by someone old enough to be my grandpa, dropped my car as it was being towed away. DROPPED MY CAR! At that point, all I could do was laugh. I mean, it's either that or cry.

I should say that we were all incredibly lucky and no one was hurt during the accident and I am happy for that.

Honestly, though, this just sucks. It's no fun having to deal with insurance people, get a rental car, find out if your car is fixable or whatnot. Anyway, I am not happy that my blue baby is hurt.

Cop eats pot brownies, Thinks he's dying. Idiot.

Dear Baby Jesus,

Why is the world filled with such stupidity? I mean, shouldn't a police officer have the most rudimentary knowledge of what drugs do to a person?

Sincerely,

Jalehlabad