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| "We were gonna do a shot to celebrate, but we prayed instead." | | |
| so, i got a speeding ticket back in january. okay. i went to court, they dropped the cost but i have to show them (1) a certificate that i've completed traffic school and (2) a real california license.
(1) i cannot for my life find out where i can do traffic school online. i called the court, and all they said, it's online under santa maria or santa barbara. amazing, folks.
(2) i don't have a real, plastic license.
i have a piece of paper to keep with my virginia license.
they won't just give me a plastic one because i'm applying for a class m (motorcycle).
either i have to not do a class m (and pay more money later to do it) or pass my driving test.
i can't do my driving test because i have to take it on my scooter.
my scooter isn't registered.
i can't register my scooter. i've been at least five times to try and do it, and each time i have a new form, a new signature that i need. i've tried. they refuse to accept what i have to give them.
what you should draw from this is that i can't pay my speeding ticket (i wasn't even driving my own CAR) because of my scooter's registration. i could very well not register my scooter and drive it without the license for it, but no. | | |
| I'm starting TMS from the middle of the packet.
Take that, Navigators. | | |
| An absurd fictionality rules our lives. We tried to live in the open spaces, in the chinks created between that room, which had become our protective cocoon, and the censor's world of witches and goblins outside. Which of these two worlds was more real, and to which did we really belong? We no longer knew the answers. Perhaps one way of finding out the truth was to do what we did: to try to imaginatively articulate these two worlds, and, through that process, give shaped to our vision and identity.
Azar Nafisi, Reading Lolita in Tehran | | |
| I sleep under the weight of a Pendleton. | | |
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