Dear Arizona MVD: SUCK MY SILICONE COCK.
This isn't funny anymore.
No sleep. Lot of coffee. And the inbred goatfuckers at the MVD only have a record of the first time my ID was sent off. When I tried again, it was never actually mailed.
Let's all let that sink the fuck in for a moment.
This, after I fucking waited on hold for twenty minutes this time, waited on hold for an hour the time before, was told repeatedly that they couldn't have mailed it because they should have had it for me that day. When I was told that it would be mailed when I went to get it, and told again that it had been mailed the last time I called. I had to explain myself some five times in total.
I managed to make it through the phone call without the words "choke a bitch" ever leaving my mouth. I am so proud of me.
Those incompetent sacks of shit have ONE MORE CHANCE to send me my ID before I march down to the MVD and actually choke a bitch.
Seriously, how hard is it to get these sons of bitches to SEND ME LEGAL IDENTIFICATION, FOR FUCK'S SAKE?! What else could they possibly be doing over there that keeps them from their jobs? Squeezing their ass-pimples? Knitting tea-cozies from carefully collected pubic hair clippings? Performing fellatio on howler monkeys? What?
And yes, I know part of this is my fault for not calling them sooner. I also suck rabid howler monkey cock in this situation, but there should be a limit to the amount of sucking that is allowed to happen! This is just turning into one giant clusterfuck from which there is no escape other than possibly ritual suicide and I'd very much like to scream.
And yes, this plus no sleep plus more coffee than I should ever have at one time is making me curse like the bastard lovechild assbaby of a sailor and Gene Motherfucking Hunt, only without the flair, but you know what? YOU CLICKED THE CUT. I warned you. RAR, BITCHES.
...I really have no idea what I'm saying anymore.
And just to make this something other than a self-indulgent wankfest, I throw out ficcy musings.
See, someone posted this LOLdoctor thing today. It got me thinking.
And although it's probably been done before, I want fic in which the entirety of the new series takes place in inside the Eighth Doctor's head, and the Time War was won, and it's just the Master fucking with Coma!Doctor so that when he wakes up and realizes that everything was all in his head, the Master's there to smirk and ask him how he likes what he's become. I want this very much.
ETA: Helps if I'm not a fucking moron incapable of telling the difference between lj user and lj-cut.
No sleep. Lot of coffee. And the inbred goatfuckers at the MVD only have a record of the first time my ID was sent off. When I tried again, it was never actually mailed.
Let's all let that sink the fuck in for a moment.
This, after I fucking waited on hold for twenty minutes this time, waited on hold for an hour the time before, was told repeatedly that they couldn't have mailed it because they should have had it for me that day. When I was told that it would be mailed when I went to get it, and told again that it had been mailed the last time I called. I had to explain myself some five times in total.
I managed to make it through the phone call without the words "choke a bitch" ever leaving my mouth. I am so proud of me.
Those incompetent sacks of shit have ONE MORE CHANCE to send me my ID before I march down to the MVD and actually choke a bitch.
Seriously, how hard is it to get these sons of bitches to SEND ME LEGAL IDENTIFICATION, FOR FUCK'S SAKE?! What else could they possibly be doing over there that keeps them from their jobs? Squeezing their ass-pimples? Knitting tea-cozies from carefully collected pubic hair clippings? Performing fellatio on howler monkeys? What?
And yes, I know part of this is my fault for not calling them sooner. I also suck rabid howler monkey cock in this situation, but there should be a limit to the amount of sucking that is allowed to happen! This is just turning into one giant clusterfuck from which there is no escape other than possibly ritual suicide and I'd very much like to scream.
And yes, this plus no sleep plus more coffee than I should ever have at one time is making me curse like the bastard lovechild assbaby of a sailor and Gene Motherfucking Hunt, only without the flair, but you know what? YOU CLICKED THE CUT. I warned you. RAR, BITCHES.
...I really have no idea what I'm saying anymore.
And just to make this something other than a self-indulgent wankfest, I throw out ficcy musings.
See, someone posted this LOLdoctor thing today. It got me thinking.
And although it's probably been done before, I want fic in which the entirety of the new series takes place in inside the Eighth Doctor's head, and the Time War was won, and it's just the Master fucking with Coma!Doctor so that when he wakes up and realizes that everything was all in his head, the Master's there to smirk and ask him how he likes what he's become. I want this very much.
ETA: Helps if I'm not a fucking moron incapable of telling the difference between lj user and lj-cut.