take two — sent last night via email sub: the fucking DMV

While renewing my license was done without a lot of fanfare today, i was confronted by a DMV worker who asked me what my weight was. Every other time
, they had asked if everything ‘was the same,’ and i was able to tell the white lie ‘yes’ to let my weight forever remain at a lovely 120 on such a permanent record.

But today, when directly asked what my weight *was,* i couldn’t lie in typical smussyolay fashion. Grr. So, i hemmed and said 140 (still not quite true right now — sigh) and watched her type it in. And i immediately regretted it. What about ‘th secret?’ how am i going to get to 120 if my stupid license says 140? *and* what kind of woman betrays a sister like that?

It gets worse, though. Even though my paper was already printing out, so there wasn’t a chance in hell she was going to change anything, i jokingly asked her if she’d change it … That it *was* my goal for this year. To which she responds, “You had a baby?” uh.. No… Just gained weight.

Can i get my lame ass picture taken now? uggg…sigh.

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