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When Your Boyfriend Farts So Loud It Scares You

The title has nothing to do with the post but I thought it was funny. 

Today sucked. Some asshole cop gave me a 300 ticket  (my first ever in my life mind you) stating  "you were behind me, and I was going 58, and tried to pass me, a cop, on the right hand side going 70 in a 55" 

False sir! I was NEVER behind you and never moved into the right lane! I was in the center right hand lane and changing lanes using my blinker to get in to the center left hand (next to him as he was in the far left lane) and I was only going 62 which in my opinion is an acceptable *passing* speed!  It was after the fact that he then decided to get behind me, follow me for a like 1/4 of a mile and then pull me over and act like an asshole about it. 

This is definitely a first world problem and probably a white people problem as well but regardless it doesn’t change the fact that this was just one more thing for my system to feel upset about. How are we going to afford that? Why is that fair? Other questions that feed into castrophizing. Combine that with all of the stress from this weekend and it was just not a great day.

So I cried for a collective two hours at work, got an ER, picked up ice cream from twisty treat on the way home, and then ordered MoviePass because why the hell not. 

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