‘It’s 3 a.m., I must be lonely’

Actually it’s 4 a.m. and thanks to my poor Samantha being towed at 2 a.m. last night for a fucking expired inspection sticker, I haven’t slept a wink. Because the state of Virginia would probably love siphoning $100 from me every night of my life. I am so tired, I could kill myself. Only the crackheads and I are awake at this hour. And the birds. Goddamned chipper little chirpers — I want to ram their pointy little beaks up their pointy little asses.

It occurs to me that these towing companies are not only in bed wth the state, but they’re also having orgies. I mean, another friend of mine got caught with a missing property tax sticker (she’d paid the yearly tax for the privilege of car ownership, just lost the sticker). She lived in a high-security community and came out to find her car hijjacked, too, for the “transgression.” Oh, well — I guess I can’t complain about my crappy Good Friday. It’s pretty safe to say Jesus had an even worse one, so how bad can anyone else’s be? 😉

I wonder if it’s too early to resume drinking find a male escort place that’s open for breakfast. I’d feel much better driving my car than checking every 10 minutes to make sure it’s still here.

2 Responses to ‘It’s 3 a.m., I must be lonely’

  1. ms7168 :

    That just amazes me. No warning? Here they sticker your vehicle first which means you have 24 hours and then the vehicle is towed.

  2. The Goddess :

    Oh, I know — so effed up. What’s really funny is that right now, our garbage man can’t get to the dumpsters to empty them because somebody’s car is blocking them. Now, I can understand towing for something like THAT, but for a lapsed inspection, when my car is in perfect shape and not emitting noxious odors? Jesus H!!!