I am fighting the urge to stay indoors. Not really in a mood to socialize.
The following is a bunch of whiny shit of no importance, please avoid if you hate unmanly sobbing
GE Money Bank and anyone even remotely associated with them can all burn in a fiery, pain-filled hell involving scarab beetles up their urethras and being dunked into a pool filled with white hot coals.
And this is mild compared to what I'm actually wishing on them.
I am making every effort to improve my credit and not be the fucking deadbeat I know my genetics and social station could lead me to be. I paid off a card 2 years ago only to find that through what can only either be the fuck-up of a gigantic corporation which has no clue if one hand is scratching its nuts or picking its ear, or my own fuck-up and somehow my credit balance got automatically rendered null and void due to my credit rating going into the toilet right around the time I changed jobs three times in one year.
I know other people have had worse years. I have no right to complain. Hell, I have no business complaining if, as USUAL, this all turns out to be my fault (or has a happy resolution, but I'm not holding my breath).
It's not like I'm trying to buy expensive cars and yachts or defraud the government. I pay my taxes. I cross at the green. I do every goddamn thing that is expected of me and I still get SHAT ON FROM A GREAT HEIGHT and I'm getting sick of it.
I can see now why people turn to crime, I swear to God.
It should not be this difficult just to live life, seriously. Clearly, I do not have the skills or tools to do it well.
I fold. Let someone else make an effort.
they have evil tricks to put you in bad situations.