Would someone please explain to me why my insurance company seems to be full of nothing but retards? I mean, how else could you explain that when I got an insurance quote on my ‘89 Formula two weeks ago, the annual premium was $520, and now it’s $847? For LIABILITY ONLY? I mean, the insurance bill is going to cost $100 more dollars a month for the next seven months!

The irony is, when I also asked them to give me a quote on the policy with comprehensive and collision coverage, they acted like I was a lunatic. “How much can that car possibly be worth?” the woman asked incredulously. “I mean, a Pontiac? That’s fourteen years old?” I felt like shouting, “Well, if it’s worth next to nothing, why are you charging me so much fucking money to insure it?”

Interestingly, just five minutes prior to talking to the insurance company, I got a call from the potential new web design client (yeah, the one who took a week to call me back). He wants to meet with me tomorrow. He also doesn’t sound like a very pleasant man. But I really don’t care because I just realized that I need money BIG TIME. So whatever he wants me to do, I’ll do it. As long as he pays me for it. And my rate just went up to $40/hour.