Someone Like You

"Sometimes it lasts in love,

but sometimes it hurts instead."

--Adele

I'm very disappointed in myself because I have to admit that I have grown tired of the photo challenge. Not only do I not have time to post something every day, but I saw that a similar challenge was leaked onto Facebook so I feel like this has lost some of its validity. It was a good idea and its totally my fault for not finishing it before Facebookers started making it extra gayyy. I might still choose to take a few of the prompts and do them on random days.

Today was an interesting day, of sorts. I spent the weekend in Batesvegas and was on my way home to dear old BK this morning only to get stopped by a dick-hole copper. He stopped me solely because my window tint was very illegal. For those of those who understand the window tint measurement system, my windows are 5%. I call them "mind your own business windows," and they are my favorite thing about my car. Not only do I have to get rid of my beautiful shading, I got written a fancy little citation and have to go to court over it. Of course my first thought was the rational "what am I going to wear to this red carpet courthouse event?" I remembered that its only in Bald Knob and that jeans would be acceptable. In the words of my second mother who had a birthday today (she's 39 again this year) "hell you could wear pajama pants and fit right in." How do I get myself into these shenanigans? I will leave this with the statement that I did not whisper as the cop was leaving my window and yes it was still rolled down, "What the fuck?"