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Found out yesterday that someone hacked my bank account. Last I checked I was currently at almost $300 in the negative.
And I'm supposed to be leaving for Norman tonight.
It's like the universe just turned around and said " You know what? You were optimistic... let's fix that".
Fuck fuck fuck.
Bank is supposedly going to issue me a temp debit card with credit since they can't start a claims process until the charges change from their "pending" status.
And my roommate stayed up all damned night using a skill saw and a hammer for gods knows what. ALL NIGHT.
And he was wandering around in a jump suit. And blue shoes.
Another point in favor of him being a meth addict... He's gone through over a dozen donuts, and an entire gallon of ice cream in the past couple of days. Either that or he has spontaneously manifested PMS.
I went outside, once he left for work, to see what the hell he could possibly have been working on, and it was like walking into a Vietnam war camp. Rotting cooler of food included. Scrap metal and parts scattered everywhere... no obvious one project. I'll have to take a photo to give you guys a better idea.
I just don't have the willpower for this right now.. and I STILL have more stock to finish.
We're supposed to leave in 10 hours. HAH!
And I'm supposed to be leaving for Norman tonight.
It's like the universe just turned around and said " You know what? You were optimistic... let's fix that".
Fuck fuck fuck.
Bank is supposedly going to issue me a temp debit card with credit since they can't start a claims process until the charges change from their "pending" status.
And my roommate stayed up all damned night using a skill saw and a hammer for gods knows what. ALL NIGHT.
And he was wandering around in a jump suit. And blue shoes.
Another point in favor of him being a meth addict... He's gone through over a dozen donuts, and an entire gallon of ice cream in the past couple of days. Either that or he has spontaneously manifested PMS.
I went outside, once he left for work, to see what the hell he could possibly have been working on, and it was like walking into a Vietnam war camp. Rotting cooler of food included. Scrap metal and parts scattered everywhere... no obvious one project. I'll have to take a photo to give you guys a better idea.
I just don't have the willpower for this right now.. and I STILL have more stock to finish.
We're supposed to leave in 10 hours. HAH!
