Got a 'hole lot of vinegar in me.
I hate credit. There is nothing more filled with morose banality in the world. To think that, to better our situation and in fact our entitlement to a better life we must first pass the dreaded "credit score." And really, even if you can pass that, you still need some sort of mafiaistic wiseguy (the cosigner) of credit to vouich for you as a made guy.
Well, the economy plummits and with it the housing markets and the credit companies. Fallen soldiers litter the streets of the suburbs with pegs crying forclosures in their once decorated lawns. And who is to sufefr... why me. The common man with dreams and aspirations is driven to be blocked in his advancement of education.
For fucks sake I'm going to be 30! when will I no longer need a co-signer? Alas, here I am, stuck, not allowed to pursue my dreams (well atleast educationally). Pretty lame. Victum of the credit check. With a translink and esperion dagger nestled snugly in my spinal column.
-tony
Well, the economy plummits and with it the housing markets and the credit companies. Fallen soldiers litter the streets of the suburbs with pegs crying forclosures in their once decorated lawns. And who is to sufefr... why me. The common man with dreams and aspirations is driven to be blocked in his advancement of education.
For fucks sake I'm going to be 30! when will I no longer need a co-signer? Alas, here I am, stuck, not allowed to pursue my dreams (well atleast educationally). Pretty lame. Victum of the credit check. With a translink and esperion dagger nestled snugly in my spinal column.
-tony