Sleep all you normal people sleep. I however wait for the courts to open up so I can make my call and madly appologize for my being one day late on calling about my ticket.
I am a dear sweet innocent girl, please forgive my tardyness on contacting you about the speeding ticket issued to me eleven day's ago, I'm awfully sorry for I was detained by deathly illness. No, I couldn't call earlier as I had no voice and even took extensive time off work. I appologize for my procasination, but by the time I had regained my voice it was this weekend, to which I've been trying to call but have recieved no answer, and my tenth and last day for contacting you was sadly on president's day. Please do not find it neccisary to fine me more than the initial fee, because I'm just a poor girl that can't even afford to go to collage and is drowning in her own unending debt and this ticket is only going to add to my burdens I have to deal with on a daily basis. Please further forgive me for I can not pay this ticket for at least another three weeks, the illness I have spoken of has taken its ghastly tole on my paycheck to which I will recieve this thursday, and my hours being cut due to the time I had to take off, will make for almost an equally puney paycheck two weeks from this coming thursday. However between these two paychecks if I don't spend money on anything but gas purely to get me to and from work I should be able to muster the 170$ to pay this fine for my irresponsible speeding. Please, I beg you this allowance in time, and promise a prompt payment in the time I've mentioned.
Who the hell could deny that speach? Seriously, I'm gold.
So, Dr. Hunter S. Thompson killed himself sunday. A candle in a mixed confusion mess of an alter burns for him till it's own death in honor of his life and ending. Long live his memory in what he's left behind.
I talked to meh Bill again and saw him off to dreamland before hanging up the phone. He's so uberly cute.
I've also seen myself well enough or at least I can't fucking stand it anymore - not being inked, to set up another tattoo appointment at the end of this week, Friday, 11am. Assuming I'm not in jail or anything or that it doesn't decide to hand us another fucking blizzard to which no one will remember how to drive and I'm not going to bother to get on the roads. I hate you all michigan drivers, you will drive slow any other day but let the snow fall and you suddenly and stupidly find your gas pedal, well you can slide into someone else's ass fucktard, because it's not going to be mine.
On a happier note being in love is fucking awesome.
And to that.. I'm a spoiled little girl whoms headache, second one for the day, has gone away so I may find myself in the bath now, reading my Haruki book, with much enjoyment. I might make myself another P&J Sandwhich with some soymilk to drink as well. Mmm.
I am a dear sweet innocent girl, please forgive my tardyness on contacting you about the speeding ticket issued to me eleven day's ago, I'm awfully sorry for I was detained by deathly illness. No, I couldn't call earlier as I had no voice and even took extensive time off work. I appologize for my procasination, but by the time I had regained my voice it was this weekend, to which I've been trying to call but have recieved no answer, and my tenth and last day for contacting you was sadly on president's day. Please do not find it neccisary to fine me more than the initial fee, because I'm just a poor girl that can't even afford to go to collage and is drowning in her own unending debt and this ticket is only going to add to my burdens I have to deal with on a daily basis. Please further forgive me for I can not pay this ticket for at least another three weeks, the illness I have spoken of has taken its ghastly tole on my paycheck to which I will recieve this thursday, and my hours being cut due to the time I had to take off, will make for almost an equally puney paycheck two weeks from this coming thursday. However between these two paychecks if I don't spend money on anything but gas purely to get me to and from work I should be able to muster the 170$ to pay this fine for my irresponsible speeding. Please, I beg you this allowance in time, and promise a prompt payment in the time I've mentioned.
Who the hell could deny that speach? Seriously, I'm gold.
So, Dr. Hunter S. Thompson killed himself sunday. A candle in a mixed confusion mess of an alter burns for him till it's own death in honor of his life and ending. Long live his memory in what he's left behind.
I talked to meh Bill again and saw him off to dreamland before hanging up the phone. He's so uberly cute.
I've also seen myself well enough or at least I can't fucking stand it anymore - not being inked, to set up another tattoo appointment at the end of this week, Friday, 11am. Assuming I'm not in jail or anything or that it doesn't decide to hand us another fucking blizzard to which no one will remember how to drive and I'm not going to bother to get on the roads. I hate you all michigan drivers, you will drive slow any other day but let the snow fall and you suddenly and stupidly find your gas pedal, well you can slide into someone else's ass fucktard, because it's not going to be mine.
On a happier note being in love is fucking awesome.
And to that.. I'm a spoiled little girl whoms headache, second one for the day, has gone away so I may find myself in the bath now, reading my Haruki book, with much enjoyment. I might make myself another P&J Sandwhich with some soymilk to drink as well. Mmm.
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apologees:
you have alot more energy than I.
drrieux:
I won't remember you? How presumptuous! I believe that I left you a comment on how totally sweet your chest piece is...