some are born to sweet delight and some are born to endless night
I just purchased the most ridiculous pair of boots of my LIFE and I can't afford them but I care this much |--|
Tonight I watched Dead Man. Tomorrow night my Jarmuschathon continues with Night On Earth and Down By Law.
This afternoon I went to the DMV, was told that a postcard would be enough for proof of residence, proceeded to wait in line for an hour and a half, and was then told by a disgruntled old FUCKHEAD (who did not answer when I asked how he was doing today) that I needed something postmarked by the state government, even though I had two postcards with my address on them and a passport issued in North Carolina (which, according to the DMV book, is enough on its own). He gave me a list of documents I could use for proof, including "utility bills" and "mortgage statements". WTF. I went back in a few minutes later and asked if I could bring one of these documents with a parent's name/address and proof of my dependence, and rather than giving me a simple "yes" or "no" answer, I got X-treme condescension and a speech about how "everyone has to stand on their own." I happened to have a clean postcard on me (the front of which said "How To Get a Good Job" with instructions on obtaining money, leisure & prestige) on which I wrote my feeeelings on being screwed over by everyone I met at the DMV, particularly guy-who-isn't-my-father. I hope the feedback was helpful.
I hate you, guy at DMV. I hate you so much. But whatevs- you work at the DMV and I have new boots.
Tonight I watched Dead Man. Tomorrow night my Jarmuschathon continues with Night On Earth and Down By Law.
This afternoon I went to the DMV, was told that a postcard would be enough for proof of residence, proceeded to wait in line for an hour and a half, and was then told by a disgruntled old FUCKHEAD (who did not answer when I asked how he was doing today) that I needed something postmarked by the state government, even though I had two postcards with my address on them and a passport issued in North Carolina (which, according to the DMV book, is enough on its own). He gave me a list of documents I could use for proof, including "utility bills" and "mortgage statements". WTF. I went back in a few minutes later and asked if I could bring one of these documents with a parent's name/address and proof of my dependence, and rather than giving me a simple "yes" or "no" answer, I got X-treme condescension and a speech about how "everyone has to stand on their own." I happened to have a clean postcard on me (the front of which said "How To Get a Good Job" with instructions on obtaining money, leisure & prestige) on which I wrote my feeeelings on being screwed over by everyone I met at the DMV, particularly guy-who-isn't-my-father. I hope the feedback was helpful.
I hate you, guy at DMV. I hate you so much. But whatevs- you work at the DMV and I have new boots.