Puppy Love

I have had terrible luck lately. BAD luck. Like, I got a ticket for accidentally running a redlight the other day. Yeah, another traffic violation. Anyway it seriously was an accident. I was behind a student driver transfer truck in a left turn lane. He was the first out of the gate, but he seriously went 5mph and took a huge, wide turn. Then when he crossed the line out of the turn he continued at a 5-10mph pace so although the light was green when I went under it, it had turned red by the time I crossed the line. And I got a ticket. City cops are the biggest douchebags in the world. Anyway, I don't care because I've decided that I'm just going to give up my license completely. No limited priveledge or anything. I won't be able to afford the insurance, assuming that my insurance will keep me, which they probably won't. But that's okay. Also, the saddest thing that has happened to me in a long time happened yesterday. So I've been wanting a dog. Like seriously wanting a dog for the last six months. So I finally call this guy on craigslist about some puppies. We establish a time for me to come pick one up at 7:30pm after my Substance Abuse Counseling. I drive all the way to Statesville which is about 40 miles one way. I pull into a neighborhood that is clearly a project. As soon as I get out, the surrounding neighbors come out of their houses and stare at me. There are men on the street hanging around looking terrifying. Also staring at me. I knock on the door of the house. No one comes. I call the number and the guy comes to the door and looks at me like he might eat me. I say, "I'm here for the dogs?" Then his face changes into a look of embarrassment and he says, "Ooooooh shit. I just gave the lady before you all of them." All of them. What greedy bitch wanted to take all of the puppies? What fucking moron doesn't call someone to tell them not to drive 80 miles to get a dog when there are no dogs left and gas is 3.65 a gallon? This man actually had the nerve to tell me that there was a stray running around which was the father of the puppies and that I could catch it if I wanted. What?! Really?! This man was clearly strung out on drugs. "This hog's strung out on drugs!" I had to add that Squidbillies reference since its on Boy's wall. Anyway what the fuck. So I drove out of the neighborhood as scary men stood on the corner and yelled at me. I then called my girlfriend to tell her what happened, which resulted in hysterical crying and erratic driving. IN THE RAIN. It wasn't even nice weather. Everything about my day was bad. FUCK YESTERDAY. I just really wanted that puppy. It was beautiful. A chow/retriever mix. Fluffy and cuddly and in need of my love and affection. I've given up. I am not meant to have a dog or a license or any of the things the other members of my society enjoy. Well, I do have a really wonderful person who loves me. A lot of people can't say that. I guess that makes me lucky after all.

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