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September 16, 2005

How Pathetic

Brett had to drive me to Pier 70 this morning so I could retrieve my car from the pound. It was towed sometime last weekend (for blocking a driveway, even though I totally left enough room for another car to clear it). Why, you ask, did it take me so goddamn long to get my car back? First, I was too depressed and anxious to call the Dept. of Transportation immedeately. I didn't want to know how much money I would have to pay. Second, I just didn't have the money to get it back. My bank account has $54 in it and my goddamn hard-won credit card had not processed my payment (which, granted, I made about two weeks late), leaving me with only $134 of credit. I get paid on Monday (I think) and, even though the longer it sits in the pound the more money it costs to get it back, I didn't see what else to do but wait for the check to come in. Last night, though, Brett took pity and loaned my the $419.25 it cost to get the car back, and we went down to Bryant street to take care of business, only to find my car had already been moved to the long-term storage facility. So back we were this morning, release slip in hand, to get my car, Rachel Owlglass, back. Oh, Rach, baby, I'm sorry. I missed you.

I still have $189 in unpaid parking tickets. And the moving violation. And the injunction to show the court proof of insurance. And traffic school. Fun.

Oh, and I just went to the bathroom and while I was pooing, I felt myself up. Lump still there. Haven't done anything about that this week, nor have I made progress getting Gerty to the vet. Gerty the cat still has fleas. I'm also concerned that, following my example, the cat's been getting kind of tubby. She's not massive, but she's definately put on some weight. This worries me. Gerty the cat only has three legs. I'm afraid fat will really slow her down and impair her mobility. I've noticed recently that she's been having a harder time clearing certain jumps. She used to be able to clear the footboard when jumping onto my bed. Now when she tries to make that jump, she has to affix her claws to the sheets and then hoist her bottom half up.

Oh, and my parents visit this weekend. Good times.

Posted by hissycat at September 16, 2005 11:01 AM

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My comment here would be a drawing of a calico cat with its three spindly legs just barely protruding from under thick rolls of fat, but I don't know how to draw on the Internet.

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As for my identity, I am not someone from Riverdale Country or Stanford. I did not grow up in New York or California. I was born in Manhattan (in the Lenox Hill neighborhood, to be precise) though. I am in your age range. I may not have the racial background you were expecting from someone calling herself Gwyneth Paltrow. By the way, Gwyneth is not a WASP at all. Her mother is Irish and Scottish. Her late father was Russian Jewish.

Well, I do think Marty is out of line with his criticism of Wurtzel and McDonell but I don't despise the guy. There are worse guys out there, trust me. I don't know how much dating you've done but you'll find out soon that I am right.

Have fun with your parents.

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