Most Boring Post Yet? Perhaps.

I got pulled over last night because the car I was driving (belonging to my mother) had an expired registration & inspection sticker. I've been driving it since I moved to Raleigh because my Focus was on its last leg & my parents didn't want me to explode. However, they told me I didn't need to take care of anything until January. Turns out they were wrong.

I thought about it earlier this week about how I needed to get it done so I texted my mom, who told my dad, who texted me, saying it was actually December. Lovely. I have been working from early morning until late afternoon this whole week (until today) so I haven't had time to get it done. While I was leaving my small group at church I saw a cop next to me, & I knew what was going to happen.

And it did.

Luckily he was nice, young, & possibly flirting with me. I told him the truth, & that I was going to go tomorrow (today) & get it inspected. He let me leave.

I got it inspected today & passed. Accidently. He said he didn't mean to pass me since the metal was showing on one of the tires. Oops. So I got 2 new tires today when I came home to visit my parents.

I also almost brought The Rage on a lady who worked at Wal-Mart but that story won't translate well to blog.

I also realized that quite a few of the people at Wal-Mart today looked like they had Down's Syndrome on top of their typical slow appearances.

Also, Verizon can suck a fat one. That's a different post altogether.

Could this be my most boring, rambling post ever? Perhaps. I'm a terrible blogger.

Jack-Off

Remember how I seriously have some of the most random situations happen to me?

Yesterday morning I was awakened to the sound of a wreck outside my apartment. I went back to sleep because I still had about 3 hours before I needed to be up & I don't get up earlier than I have to. When I did finally get up I looked outside to see a cop car, some maintenance trucks, & workers on the curb. Not on the curb? Our mailbox. That's because it was laying down.

Yes, that is correct. Someone ran off the road & took out our mailbox. And a pole.

I found out from Skidmark last night that it was the result of a carjacking on the N.C. State campus down the road. He lost control of the getaway car & then tried to jack a truck that stopped to help him after he wrecked. The almost-jackee (that's what she said) drove off because seriously, fuck that. The jacker (ugh...) ran off behind our apartment where he was then apprehended by the cops.

Methinks I need to move.

On the plus side, we already have a new mailbox & it's not directly on the street so there's no threat of me getting run over.