...ID. That's why I was at the damn mall so long. I waited in line at the DMV for over an hour just to get a number and wait for them to call me. Ugh. I didn't know I had to take a new picture for a replacement ID. I look fucking horrible. Like no one loves me. Its a hot ass mess.
I'm hungry. And thirsty. But at least I can go places now that I have my damn ID again.
It feels good on this train.
I should be writing poetry instead of this. I need to step my game up.
I am about to attempt to write a poem.