Got in yet another car accident.
Spun out on some ice and another car clipped my rear. Took off my rear tire and bumper, and the rest of my rear gate’s body panel and tail-lights with it. I’m fine.
2013, you’re a piece of shit and you need to end.
Today I waited on this customer who asked me to make a copy of her driver’s license and social security card.
I couldn’t remember her first name but her middle and last names were “Alyce Singer”. It made me happy. Like, sublimely.
Someone’s parents were Woody Allen fans, that’s for sure.
Please don’t get tired of me.
It happens every time. People lose interest in me. They get tired of me. Suddenly, they don’t bother hitting me up anymore. The conversations become shorter. They forget about me and I just become a distant memory. I wonder if it’s my fault sometimes. But then I realize that people never stay in my life. And there’s nothing I can do about it.