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2002-07-30 | 11:23 a.m. cry me to sleep so i've not written much since i arrived here in the city of angels. i've been preoccupied. thankfully my diary doesn't have feelings so now when i need it again, it's not mad at me for having neglected it. so a little while ago my heart jumped into my stomach as i heard the street sweeper go by outside and realized that my car was on the wrong side of the street for a tuesday. it's my second parking ticket since i got here. i went out and got the ticket to see what the damage was and discovered that i'd also received the second in a series of notes that have been left on my car. let me share them with you: 1. "ASSHOLE YOU FUCKED UP PARKIN' NEXT TIME THE KEY" the first time i had parked right up next to the car that was in front of me, and the second time i was right against a red zone, so i really don't know what to do. i'm pretty sure it's the same guy... i'm glad he didn't make good on his threat from last time; i don't know if i could've handled my car being keyed. now i've got to go to the bank and talk to henry the crackhead who is very creepy and with whom i do not like talking because i don't think he's ordered my checks and check card yet and wire my car payment because i can't send it because i don't have any checks. then i have to go buy some stupid nylons so i can look professional for the job interviews i have today. i can't even tell you how much i hate nylons. i thought i'd have a job by now. i'm running out of money, my family's getting worried, and i'm feeling more and more like a giant burden on jeff every day... that last part is killing me. and i just want to go home. |