IHMFA
I Hate My eFfin Apartment. Sometimes. Other times it is bearable. But this is why I hate rap music. And I want to live in a building of concrete reinforced steel and stone, not wooden supports that creak. Though I can't blame my upstairs neighbors for walking in their own apartment, even if I can hear every footstep. I chalk it up to this apartment complex being built in the 60's or so. Sigh. I want my own condo. Perhaps with some nice roommates.I hate traffic tickets. I got another one yesterday for my expired plates. Let me quickly explain. While I was with Katrina, I planned on moving to wherever she was assigned after her tour to Vance. I figured I'd be done with UMSL by that time. Thus, I would let my re-registration with Missouri slide, and register with the new state if applicable. Things looked rosy. However after she dumped me, that plan was moot, and I still had my outstanding plates. Grrr.
The guy was just doing his job, but he kinda sneaked up on my blind spot. I hate when they do that. I guess there's only one way to solve this problem, which is to head to the Revenue office directly, so I will deal with it first thing Monday, I promise.
And because of this aforementioned hippety hoppety music, I only get 4-5 hours to sleep. Not likely I'll get a chance to catch up on missing sleep and quiet before I have to work today. I hate my neighbors.
Not a good day today.
posted by Erik @ 6:48 AM
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