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1. March is question month. G'wan, ask me stuff.
2. Little Anthony and the Imperials is celebrating their 50th year of making music. But someone stole my record player. Now how do you like that?
3. Having been recently re-singled,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sunsmogseahorse really, really needs to stick his cock up my ass right the fuck now.
4. I woke up early this morning and took Metrorail and -bus out to the ass end of SE DC, to the DMV office in Penn Branch Shopping Center. I meant to be there at opening, but it took more than an hour to get there, and a middling line had already assembled by the time I walked in. Still: only about 5–7 minutes to get sorted and assigned a number (C009); filled out my application for a renewed/replacement driver license; and maybe another 10 minutes waiting to C009 to be called. The moment of truth.
See, I woke up earlier this week to a walking nightmare, whereby I found myself in possession of neither a driver license, a birth certificate, nor a social security card. To get a replacement social security card, I learnt, I needed to supply a birth certificate. To get a replacement birth certificate, I needed to supply a driver license. And in order to get a replacement driver license, I needed to prove my social security number.
So up to counter #6 I step and explain that my previous, about-to-expire license had been pinched, in my wallet, in Nwalins, Loosyana, just a week and change ago. I offer my passport; the clerk tells me that's fine but I also need to prove my social security number. Having grabbed everything I could find on paper from my filing cabinet at home, I had with me my annual 'Your Social Security Statement' 4-pager. She gives this a cursory look and says, 'But is your number printed on here anywhere?' I open to page 2 and say, 'Well, here it says "only the last four digits are shown to help prevent identity theft"...'
She look at that sentence, and at the last four digits of my social security number.
And she says, 'That's fine.' And a moment later: 'How will you be paying?'
Less than 5 minutes later I am OUT of the damn DMV with my new driver license in my wallet.
Pinch me.
2. Little Anthony and the Imperials is celebrating their 50th year of making music. But someone stole my record player. Now how do you like that?
3. Having been recently re-singled,
sunsmogseahorse really, really needs to stick his cock up my ass right the fuck now.4. I woke up early this morning and took Metrorail and -bus out to the ass end of SE DC, to the DMV office in Penn Branch Shopping Center. I meant to be there at opening, but it took more than an hour to get there, and a middling line had already assembled by the time I walked in. Still: only about 5–7 minutes to get sorted and assigned a number (C009); filled out my application for a renewed/replacement driver license; and maybe another 10 minutes waiting to C009 to be called. The moment of truth.
See, I woke up earlier this week to a walking nightmare, whereby I found myself in possession of neither a driver license, a birth certificate, nor a social security card. To get a replacement social security card, I learnt, I needed to supply a birth certificate. To get a replacement birth certificate, I needed to supply a driver license. And in order to get a replacement driver license, I needed to prove my social security number.
So up to counter #6 I step and explain that my previous, about-to-expire license had been pinched, in my wallet, in Nwalins, Loosyana, just a week and change ago. I offer my passport; the clerk tells me that's fine but I also need to prove my social security number. Having grabbed everything I could find on paper from my filing cabinet at home, I had with me my annual 'Your Social Security Statement' 4-pager. She gives this a cursory look and says, 'But is your number printed on here anywhere?' I open to page 2 and say, 'Well, here it says "only the last four digits are shown to help prevent identity theft"...'
She look at that sentence, and at the last four digits of my social security number.
And she says, 'That's fine.' And a moment later: 'How will you be paying?'
Less than 5 minutes later I am OUT of the damn DMV with my new driver license in my wallet.
Pinch me.
