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Monday Aug 08, 2005

Aug 8, 2005
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You better watch out what you wish for. It better be worth it.
So much to die for!
-Hole, "Celebrity Skin"

So I began on my long quest to get a passport today. Among other things, I had to straighten out my name on my social security number (guess that idea to go with Wonder Woman wasn't such a hot idea after all!). Now, I have to ask you: have you been to an inner-city social security office lately? Bring a stake and canteen of holy water with you: it was like Dawn of the Dead. For one of the first times in my life, I actually said goodbye to my car after I parked her, expecting she would be molested and kidnapped by the time I returned. Then, upon entering the building, the situation escalated.

The waiting room was PACKED, and I mean, the DMV would be envious. People half-dressed, half-awake, half-dead... wandering aimlessly, slumped in chairs, or plastered against the walls... babies screaming, people moaning... I had to check myself and make sure I wasn't bleeding from any orifice so as to not attract the zombies. skull skull Apparently there is some sort of deli-line number machine that everyone has to register with; I slapped the button, and out popped my receipt: Your number is 54, it cheerfully stated. I looked up at the digital "Now Serving" banner... number 19. NINETEEN!?!?

Luckily, I spotted a lonely line in front of a window, separate from the rest of the room. It was labeled "Social Security Cards," so I took a chance and got in line. As the numbers on the digital read-out clicked away, an hour passed, and finally I was the second person in line. Then, the ultimate line-waiter's nightmare occurred: a woman, about 50 or so, slid slickly in front of me, looking around as if she was confused. I gave her the benefit of the doubt and told myself that she was part of the group of young women at the window ahead of me. But she was foiled: she turned to a friend who was sitting in one of the chairs and said, "I'm not waiting anymore. I'm just going ahead of people" in Spanish. Then she looked at me and smiled. I gave her the look. You know, the look. We all have one, and mine is particularly scary; at least, I assume it must be, because she stopped smiling, turned to her friend, and said, "We're leaving" in Spanish, and the two of them walked out. Score! Me- 1, Pushy Line-cutting women- 0.

After my business was through, the digital read-out showed that they were NOW SERVING 49. Since I didn't end up having to use my deli-number, on the way out of the office, I gave my slip to a tall guy who seemed to be suffering from the DTs. He smiled, shook violently, and told me I was beautiful.

Regarding my shady lease... well, I spoke with someone who went through a similar situation, and she assured me that if anything in the lease is in violation of the state rental laws, those clauses are null and void anyway. I did sign my lease, creepiness and all, because while I don't consider myself to be high-maintanance, I can't live in a cardboard box (nor do I have the money to rent a moving van to transport my stuff TO that box). I WILL be investing in a chain lock for my doors, however, so I can nap in safety and comfort smile

Cheers to all,
and a hooray for naked women photographed in black and white!
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jaytan:
You know whats funny? The creepy guy looking inside your window and watching you sleep in your underwear isn't going to be your landlord, but one of us fellas who dig the image and want to see it in real life. Aw, you done did it now, girl.

BTW, holy water doesn't work on zombies. As Tom Savini says, "Shoot 'em in the head. That's the only way to stop 'em. You gotta shoot 'em in the head. . . .HEY TOMMY, GET THAT LADY OVER THERE, SHE'S A TWITCHER!!" . . . . huh-huh-huh, that guy was cool.
Aug 8, 2005
q1070:
Hmmm...get that passport and the trip to the UK is on me.
Aug 8, 2005

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