My Second Job is Living

I'm so out of sorts since moving that I've not been really keeping good track of what I have paid, didn't pay, need to pay and all that shit. I'm always finding some bill laying around that I guess I need to pay and I'm sure if I actually sat down and figured it out I would be broke. Instead, I just live in this little bubble where I don't have to worry about anything related to money.

I still haven't done the driver's license change over, although I did get Georgia car insurance that apparently jumped up several hundred dollars after I left the State Farm office last month. Apparently transferring between states even with the same broker is a pain in the ass. GA is waiting on PA for some shit and in the mean time wants to rape me for $400 next week. I called them the other day and was like, "no." Not happening. So they stopped my direct billing and we will wait to see how it's going to play out. In the interim I'm not sure if I actually have car insurance?

Speaking of car shit, I think I need brakes. And an oil change. God, having a car is a pain in the ass.

And speaking of cars, looks like I've been recruited to help my friend Syd try to buy one in the next couple of weeks. Looks like little Lindsey, a Philly girl who ventured here with the rest of us, is bouncing back to the Philly region this coming weekend. And since Lindsey is the wheels between her and Syd, someone needs a car ASAP. But first Syd needs a license. And that's a whole other issue. I remember all too well what it was like to go the license route as an adult. Total nightmare. And here in Georgia getting a driving test date is no joke. Syd called last Wednesday and they were like "How's 9/15 at Noon?" That's a long time to sweat it out and worry about getting some wheels...

I have off this coming weekend, but don't really have anything on the horizon. And lately I've been less than thrilled by not only what is in the theaters, but what I'm getting from Netflix. This week I tried in vain to watch Prozac Nation (uh), The Ballad of Jack and Rose (zzzzz) and I have Brown Bunny in house which I'm certain will stink. So I better come up with something interesting to do this weekend. Maybe a road trip to Athens or Columbia, SC? Something short and sweet. Or maybe, just maybe I'll venture out to a bar and meet some fucking people. Oh wait, I have that oil change to attend to. And my fantasy football draft on Saturday at 4 PM. Maybe I'll just get drunk and stay in, alternating between puking and crying?