May 15, 2007 12:55
*headdesk*
I swear to God, to everything holy, that I hate, hate, HATE debt. Looking at what I owe, which is relatively small, I simply cannot believe that I'm here in this debt hell. Every time, and I do mean EVERY time, I make some headway and feel like I'm doing well and can see light at the end of a tunnel, something f@#&$% happens. This time, it was Mother's Day, three pedicures, a very big sushi meal and the check that is holding the lot for our house. Okay, well, maybe just the check that is holding the lot. Everything else was fine (and very fun!), but not necessary. Just freaking ARGH! My main credit card - Chase Mastercard if anyone wants to know - jacked my interest rate up to 30%. From 9.99%. Hello?! WTF??? When I called to see why in the name of Jesus they would do that, they told me first that they couldn't tell me over the phone and that there would be a letter sent. So I get the letter and it says (I shit you not) that I don't have enough credit cards. Um, yeah. So that justifies increasing my APR by twenty percent? I think not. I told them to kiss my entire ass and I got an AMEX with a 3.99% APR for the life of the transfer. For the love of all that's holy. I wish I could just file bankruptcy sometimes. And does everyone know WHY I'm in debt? From my FIRST WEDDING! Yeah, there's one of the reasons I didn't stay with that guy...
AIIIIIEEEEE! I'm so mad...