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Jan. 17th, 2004 12:02 pmFuck.
Last night at 11:30pm I was pulled over by police and was given a fix-it ticket for having an expired registration and no proof of insurance. The policeman said that he hoped that I really did have insurance because the ticket would be $500 if I didn't. Aside from the facts that he blinded with his flashlight and wrote me a ticket, he was quite congenial.
Of course, upon coming home, I immediately called my insurance company and asked if my policy had kicked in yet. Sadly, the computers were down. I called this morning and found out that my policy (which I paid for on Tuesday morning) kicked in at midnight last night. MIDNIGHT. One half-hour past my ticket. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. That's a very expensive half hour. Fuck. Goddamn Murphy's Law.
I wonder if there's any negotiating the ticket. I didn't restart my insurance because of the ticket...the wheels had started turning on that WAY before the policeman pulled me over. I assumed that I was covered when I was driving. Gah, I hope there's some way out of it because that's a quarter of what I earn every month. Fuck.
I'm grumpy today. I have no plans. There is no sex to be had. I have a HUGE pimple percolating on my chin. It's a beautiful day in Northern California. Fuck.
I think I'm going to go over to Heidi's house and take care of my old car. It's about time and it's one more thing on my very long list of worries that I can cross off. Wish me luck.
Fuck.
Last night at 11:30pm I was pulled over by police and was given a fix-it ticket for having an expired registration and no proof of insurance. The policeman said that he hoped that I really did have insurance because the ticket would be $500 if I didn't. Aside from the facts that he blinded with his flashlight and wrote me a ticket, he was quite congenial.
Of course, upon coming home, I immediately called my insurance company and asked if my policy had kicked in yet. Sadly, the computers were down. I called this morning and found out that my policy (which I paid for on Tuesday morning) kicked in at midnight last night. MIDNIGHT. One half-hour past my ticket. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. That's a very expensive half hour. Fuck. Goddamn Murphy's Law.
I wonder if there's any negotiating the ticket. I didn't restart my insurance because of the ticket...the wheels had started turning on that WAY before the policeman pulled me over. I assumed that I was covered when I was driving. Gah, I hope there's some way out of it because that's a quarter of what I earn every month. Fuck.
I'm grumpy today. I have no plans. There is no sex to be had. I have a HUGE pimple percolating on my chin. It's a beautiful day in Northern California. Fuck.
I think I'm going to go over to Heidi's house and take care of my old car. It's about time and it's one more thing on my very long list of worries that I can cross off. Wish me luck.
Fuck.
