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it's always raining at the DMV ~ june 5, 2001 - 4:18 p.m. somehow, whenever I go to the DMV, it always ends in tears. the day started off well enough, gorgeous and sunny and I got my ass out of bed in time to get down to santa cruz with my smog certificate in hand, hoping for a brand new shiny red registration sticker so that I can stop getting pulled over and living in fear that they'll impound my car or take me to jail. ah, and it seemed so possible, too. turns out I have unpaid parking tickets-- no big surprise-- that need to be paid before they'll give me the damn sticker. almost three hundred dollars worth. guess who doesn't have three hundred dollars. guess why they went unpaid for so long and went up so high. yep, cause I have no money. now you're getting it... girl with no money is screwed no matter what she does. I was already crying by the time we got through all that. then I tried to get them to replace the license that was in the backpack that got stolen while I was working at strawberry. oh, yes, that's a whole story in itself. turns out I have two "failure to appears" which I didn't even know about, and they won't even give me a replacement license until that's taken care of. that's when I really started crying. I swear to god, just about every time I have to deal with any kind of government paperwork and people behind desks, it always turns into a nightmare and I always wind up crying. the people behind the desks either get really mean or really nice when I start to cry. today I lucked out and got one of the nice ones, a sweet, whitehaired woman with an emphyzema voice and a daughter in a similar situation. so tomorrow morning I go to court to see what I can work out. I fully expect to wind up in tears again. oh, yeah, and I got stood up by ever last night, I don't know why. I can't exactly pick up the phone and call him. in spite of all the tears, life is good. it's summertime here, and there's music and beautiful people and sunshine all around me. so if you see me crying, give me a hug and let's go play on the beach somewhere. I've probably just come from the DMV.
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