hello strangers
So...
ugh, life, it is, how you say, so disgusting.
Fourth of july weekend: four days of cook-outs and drinking and talking in the backyard with the Turners' and lotsa lotsa fun...except for on wednesday when everyone went back to the daily grind and i found out my wallet had been stolen. MY WALLET, my wallet wherein i hid my driver's license, my Military ID, my debit card, and ALL of my credit cards...gone; and what's worse, USED. So that sucked, but not quite as much as having to stay on the phone for hours and hours dealing with banks and credit card companies and i still have to get the right number to report my military ID stolen and make the report to the MPs and i have to go through so much disgusting paperwork to get a newly issued texas license.
groan.
So we're dealing with all of this...shit, mierda. and i quiver with anger at the nerve of whomever would not only take but attempt to get away with using MY cards, MY identity. Its so insanely personal. Shit for brains really wanted my personality that bad they could have it, but they'd need to have taken all of it, the debt, the cleaning of the cat-litter, the cooking of the meals and all the rest of the whatnot, not just the using of my funds to fuck me over.
Other than that...Pastor died, miss him...didn't think i would. I want to go down and see my family, i miss them. I think this is the longest i've ever gone without seeing family...some family...any family...i guess maybe i'm just lonely. Too lonetly.
but today is early release and i need to peice together something for john-my-love to eat. later.
ugh, life, it is, how you say, so disgusting.
Fourth of july weekend: four days of cook-outs and drinking and talking in the backyard with the Turners' and lotsa lotsa fun...except for on wednesday when everyone went back to the daily grind and i found out my wallet had been stolen. MY WALLET, my wallet wherein i hid my driver's license, my Military ID, my debit card, and ALL of my credit cards...gone; and what's worse, USED. So that sucked, but not quite as much as having to stay on the phone for hours and hours dealing with banks and credit card companies and i still have to get the right number to report my military ID stolen and make the report to the MPs and i have to go through so much disgusting paperwork to get a newly issued texas license.
groan.
So we're dealing with all of this...shit, mierda. and i quiver with anger at the nerve of whomever would not only take but attempt to get away with using MY cards, MY identity. Its so insanely personal. Shit for brains really wanted my personality that bad they could have it, but they'd need to have taken all of it, the debt, the cleaning of the cat-litter, the cooking of the meals and all the rest of the whatnot, not just the using of my funds to fuck me over.
Other than that...Pastor died, miss him...didn't think i would. I want to go down and see my family, i miss them. I think this is the longest i've ever gone without seeing family...some family...any family...i guess maybe i'm just lonely. Too lonetly.
but today is early release and i need to peice together something for john-my-love to eat. later.