Screw it. I'll write it anyway!
So I still have no legal... or even running... vehicle. While CA DMV took the money out, they sent my paperwork back and told me that something was missing. Something. So I did manage to get a hold of them and I need a photocopy of my drivers license. Seems simple enough, but it's actually more difficult that one would expect when one has the memory of a goldfish. But hopefully soon I'll get this taken care of.
Have to mail something to Social Security by March 2, but without a working vehicle I'm not entirely sure how I am going to manage this. If I don't do it, though, bye bye disability. I love how they th
I commissioned a couple of people two months ago. I had the money then. Things happened, mostly involving my car's registration and my drivers license expiring, so I didn't have the money any more.
Now, I had the money at the beginning of the month. Things happened, mostly involving the fact that I had to have my dog put to sleep, so I don't have the money any more.
Murphy's Law dictates that whatever can go wrong will. Never have I seen that more than in the past couple of months.
California DMV FINALLY took the money out for my pink slip, so soon I'll have that... which is relatively useless in my current, broke, state. I mean, I know I'
Ah, but what a lovely lesson to learn. Social anxiety can transcend your real life and take over on the internet.
It all happened because I had knowledge that I thought someone on Furcadia should have for her own character.
It ended up with me alting in a dream, around people I didn't know.
One person talked to me more than the others, and talked to me first, so I had no real problems. But unless there was a subject that I actually had knowledge about, I didn't speak. I idled.
And now it occurs to me that I was like that on Second Life, too.
But I'm not like that at the festering fires of FurN. I'll say what I want, and honestly, most of