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verbicideMotherfuckers.
The last time I got my car registered in WA, it was like $45. Just ouch. Ouch. Ouch. OUCH!
But, it's done. No more worrying about car registration for another whole year. Whoop.
Must remember to take screwdriver down with me so I can actually put my new plates on at some point.
Stopped by the grocery store for more Atkins-fare. God bless sugar-free jello. Having read multiple recipe suggestions, I actually bought pork rinds. I'm absolutely disgusted and intrigued. Also bought the ingredients for fabulous broccoli cheese rotel-tomato soup. Am going to experiment with it and crockpot some chicken tomorrow.
Took me forever to find a mailbox. I hate not having a locked outgoing mailbox downstairs. I've had one at all my previous apartments. They seemed to understand that sometimes you might want to mail something and not leave it loose on top of the rack of mailboxes. I don't particularly want to leave Netflix dvd mailers out there, because if they get stolen, I'm freaking responsible. So I always have to go in search of a bluebox. There's not one anywhere on my direct route, except for one that has no parking near it. So I always park illegally next to it and run back and forth, hoping I don't get hit by a car. It's ludicrous. I don't freaking want to go to the post office every 3 days.
Yeah. My bad mood is clearly here to stay. Going to go work-out, because if I break that promise to myself I'm going to be even more irate (which probably doesn't seem possible at this point, but is). I should make some lunch/dinner and tuck myself in for the evening with Gosford Park.
Tomorrow has to be a better day.
The last time I got my car registered in WA, it was like $45. Just ouch. Ouch. Ouch. OUCH!
But, it's done. No more worrying about car registration for another whole year. Whoop.
Must remember to take screwdriver down with me so I can actually put my new plates on at some point.
Stopped by the grocery store for more Atkins-fare. God bless sugar-free jello. Having read multiple recipe suggestions, I actually bought pork rinds. I'm absolutely disgusted and intrigued. Also bought the ingredients for fabulous broccoli cheese rotel-tomato soup. Am going to experiment with it and crockpot some chicken tomorrow.
Took me forever to find a mailbox. I hate not having a locked outgoing mailbox downstairs. I've had one at all my previous apartments. They seemed to understand that sometimes you might want to mail something and not leave it loose on top of the rack of mailboxes. I don't particularly want to leave Netflix dvd mailers out there, because if they get stolen, I'm freaking responsible. So I always have to go in search of a bluebox. There's not one anywhere on my direct route, except for one that has no parking near it. So I always park illegally next to it and run back and forth, hoping I don't get hit by a car. It's ludicrous. I don't freaking want to go to the post office every 3 days.
Yeah. My bad mood is clearly here to stay. Going to go work-out, because if I break that promise to myself I'm going to be even more irate (which probably doesn't seem possible at this point, but is). I should make some lunch/dinner and tuck myself in for the evening with Gosford Park.
Tomorrow has to be a better day.
