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My Plastic Identity Lost my wallet, lost my identity. I am nobody now... no driver's license, no credit card, no blood donor cards, no grocery store discount card, no library card or even a video card (oh crap! need to contact them too!) It's amazing how my well-being and identity is determined by a few pieces of plastic. Thursday, I had to take the day off to notify the various companies and take a driver's written exam with the actual driving test to be performed on Monday. I suppose back in the cowboy days, the only identity I would have required was a gun and knowing how to use it. Horses do not require a license. Oddly in Wednesday's newspaper, an news article described how locals could adopt a horse or burro. I wonder how the Home Owners Association would respond to my keeping a donkey in the yard? If I could only find a midget to hold a rope to the animal's nose and trained them to hold still, then I could say they were lawn ornaments. fuck you. - 07-02-08 A new blog - 04-13-08 New site: The Running Bob - 03-16-08 Tax Man Encourages Hobbies? - 03-11-08 ,070713_24.html,My Plastic Identity,07-13-07> |