Prometheus von Cornsilk (kingnixon) wrote,
Prometheus von Cornsilk

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fuck today

so as stated in previous voice post, my car got shitty on me during the route. i called lauri, who drove out, gave me her car, and drove mine home (she called when she got here and said that it drove just fine on the way back, so i dunno what's up with it. it was definitely Not Right for me).
during the route, i knock the left nosepad thing off my glasses somehow. the right piece was already long gone. i went awhile ago to get it replaced at walmart, and it literally fell off again before i got out of the store. pah. but now they're both gone, which makes my glasses sit rather uncomfortably. not to mention, the left piece didn't fall out, it broke off, so there's a little piece of sharp plastic sticking out now to poke my nose.
i lost my winning 1$ scratch ticket. oh noes, a dollar, but it's still neat to win those things.
then i'm back here, when somebody knocks at the door. it's like 9am on a holiday, i dunno who would come knocking, so i answer the door and it's this old guy bitching at me about dumping trash. "you can't dump your trash there! you can't do that!" i ask what he's talking about and he says i dumped trash in front of the dumpster. i say no i didn't and he says he WENT THROUGH THE TRASH and found something with my address on it. so i'm like wtf and follow him out, and there is nothing by the dumpster. i ask him where it is, and he keeps saying IT'S RIGHT THERE without bothering to gesture to where there is supposed to be. turns out that there meant in front of the other dumpster that i don't use. and none of the trash he was pointing at was mine or lauri's. and he starts digging through it to find the thing he insists has my address on it, and of course all he could find was stuff with a different address. but he insists mine was there somewhere. okay dude. he wanders off to go accuse other people of stupid things.

oh, sidenote, but i was wondering this: why are cigarettes (and flame with which to light them) the only things people in our culture will just randomly ask strangers for? if somebody's walking around with a mcdonalds bag strangers aren't asking them for some fries, but people are always asking to bum smokes from each other, even if the person they're asking is in no way indicating they're a smoker. somehow cigarettes make people communist, i guess.

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