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Subpoena? WTF is up with my life lately?
Jun. 4th, 2005 02:31 am
Holy crap. I've been served with a subpoena. I have to appear in court at 9:00 am on this coming Tuesday, June 7. 0_o
I have no fucking clue why. Says I'm a witness. To an event. And I don't know what the event was.
So, I called the attorney listed on the thing. I'm guessing this is for one of the MANY things I've had to fill police reports out for while working nightshift in a fast food drive-thru. Just don't know which one.
I'm gonna say "Sure, no problem, I'll testify for ya' and be real cooperative...but only if you provide a ride down to the courthouse for me. Because it's 30-45 minutes away, and I am NOT wasting my gas for you. You make me find my own way down...I'll testify, but you won't like what I have to say, trust me."
Way I see it...they couldn't at least given me more notice. Geez. It's like....hello? Three days away? WTF?!? **angry face** Fucking judiciary.
**snickers** A sheriff showed up at my door, and my mom was like: "... ... ... Can I...help you?"
And he asked for me.
I thought she was going to have a heart attack. She gave me a look that said SO clearly "What the HELL have you done now??!??!?!"
And I trotted over to the door, all decked out in my bitch boots and jingly bondage pants and perkily asked what was up (the whole time frantically going through the list of things I've done recently that are worthy of the attention of law enforcement agencies of any kind in the back of my mind, and wondering how the HELL they could've found out about any of them)...and got a subpoena shoved in my face.
I thought my mom might REALLY have a heart attack then, but from relief.
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Anywho...on another subject entirely...what am I, putting out PHEROMONES or some shit? I went for ....20 years of my life without more than three boys doing more than giving me the time of day. And in the last month or so, I've had something like 20 guys ask me for my phone number, ask me to hang out, randomly hit on me at school and start following me around like puppies despite the fact that I can't remember their names, actually manage to get me to start going out with them, or some other...such...thing. And those are just the ones who've done it more than ONCE. The ones who only try once, I don't bother counting.
......
............
**stares at reflection in mirror** What the hell? I look the same as I always have. I wear the same clothes, still don't wear perfume or makeup, haven't changed the way I act any....
?_?
I'm confused.
I think I may become a lesbian rather than bi. That seems to be easier. Less men, and if I want cock I have a variety of sizes, shapes, colors, and speeds to choose from.
I have no fucking clue why. Says I'm a witness. To an event. And I don't know what the event was.
So, I called the attorney listed on the thing. I'm guessing this is for one of the MANY things I've had to fill police reports out for while working nightshift in a fast food drive-thru. Just don't know which one.
I'm gonna say "Sure, no problem, I'll testify for ya' and be real cooperative...but only if you provide a ride down to the courthouse for me. Because it's 30-45 minutes away, and I am NOT wasting my gas for you. You make me find my own way down...I'll testify, but you won't like what I have to say, trust me."
Way I see it...they couldn't at least given me more notice. Geez. It's like....hello? Three days away? WTF?!? **angry face** Fucking judiciary.
**snickers** A sheriff showed up at my door, and my mom was like: "... ... ... Can I...help you?"
And he asked for me.
I thought she was going to have a heart attack. She gave me a look that said SO clearly "What the HELL have you done now??!??!?!"
And I trotted over to the door, all decked out in my bitch boots and jingly bondage pants and perkily asked what was up (the whole time frantically going through the list of things I've done recently that are worthy of the attention of law enforcement agencies of any kind in the back of my mind, and wondering how the HELL they could've found out about any of them)...and got a subpoena shoved in my face.
I thought my mom might REALLY have a heart attack then, but from relief.
------------------------
Anywho...on another subject entirely...what am I, putting out PHEROMONES or some shit? I went for ....20 years of my life without more than three boys doing more than giving me the time of day. And in the last month or so, I've had something like 20 guys ask me for my phone number, ask me to hang out, randomly hit on me at school and start following me around like puppies despite the fact that I can't remember their names, actually manage to get me to start going out with them, or some other...such...thing. And those are just the ones who've done it more than ONCE. The ones who only try once, I don't bother counting.
......
............
**stares at reflection in mirror** What the hell? I look the same as I always have. I wear the same clothes, still don't wear perfume or makeup, haven't changed the way I act any....
?_?
I'm confused.
I think I may become a lesbian rather than bi. That seems to be easier. Less men, and if I want cock I have a variety of sizes, shapes, colors, and speeds to choose from.
