I was going to try to write my anecdotes in chronological order but that will take way too much brain power. I'd rather just write when the mood strikes. Today I took the day off of work to look for my cat (yes, I will eventually get to that..) but decided to run some errands too now that I have wheels again (more on that later too). I went into downtown Seattle to get my brand new WA license. Decent hair day - check. Powder and lip gloss - check. Clean white blouse and my trusty hoops... yup. Here's what we ended up with:
Really Washington State? This is the best you could do? Granted I should have filled in my brows this morning. Do I really have a head the size of a melon? And even though I wear glasses EVERY SINGLE DAY OF MY LIFE, you insist that I NOT wear glasses for my license photos as this is your
policy? So I can't see ANY.THING. when they are taking the shot. Really??!!! GO FUCK YOURSELF WASHINGTON STATE. Even though your license office was efficient and even though the people that worked there were smart and lively... remember I come from NYS where most DMV workers are a few sandwiches short of a picnic - if you know what I mean. But really, WA... as I approach my 50th birthday I was hoping for a license picture I could live with for a few years. I see I get to enjoy this one for 5 more years and by then I will look old and haggard for no other reason than the last 8 weeks I've lived here!
So please GFYWS.
Just call me BLIND MELON HEAD BOOTH, my new blues name. Keep an eye out for my upcoming album...
If I didn't have bad luck I wouldn't live in FUCKING SEATTLE.