I lose at life
Dec. 31st, 2005 11:55 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
maderrHate driving. Hate anything that involves me behind the wheel of something with which I, being severely scatter-brained and easily distracted, coulc conceivably kill someone.
But was resigned to doing it. Have been steeling myself all week to go get the temp pack and whatall so I could get my permit and so on and so forth.
Except that being the goddamn fucking moron that I am, mother fucking forgot to make sure my passport was where I thought it was and now I can't find it. So was snipey and tense and miserable all goddamn week for fucking reason. Because me being me, I screwed myself over by misplacing something that I swore I'd put where I'd find it again. Of course this also means I've put my roomie out, which of course is only fitting.
I love being me, but there are times I just want to kick myself in the fucking face.
But was resigned to doing it. Have been steeling myself all week to go get the temp pack and whatall so I could get my permit and so on and so forth.
Except that being the goddamn fucking moron that I am, mother fucking forgot to make sure my passport was where I thought it was and now I can't find it. So was snipey and tense and miserable all goddamn week for fucking reason. Because me being me, I screwed myself over by misplacing something that I swore I'd put where I'd find it again. Of course this also means I've put my roomie out, which of course is only fitting.
I love being me, but there are times I just want to kick myself in the fucking face.
