Everything is not that freakin bad, actually
So much to report.
-I'm considered a wartime veteran. I'm a friggin hero. All my VA benefits changed, a lot of good stuffs. Help with medical bills and a VA home loan. Boosh! I'm gonna join the VFW and drink with other salty war heroes. Go me!
-I opened a bank account and love using a debit card and electronic bill pay. Most of my financial woes have been due to discomfort with public places and laziness. I pay my bills on teh interwebnetz and it's just so super good for me. Welcome to the year 2002 Jason!
-My Jeep won't stop running. But I'm going to have to retire her. I'm saving moniez for a down payment. I'm talking like 50% down payment. It's not an awesome time to get a car loan, and my credit is mediocre. But this is just one of many credit boosting endeavors scheduled for the oh nine.
-My credit is mediocre. But that is despite having my student loans in default. Also, my student loans won't be in default in a few short months. They even sent me a letter saying "Lol we won't gank your tax return, guy. You're not such a bad fellow!"(paraphrased). I called them before I got this love letter just to say thanks and get my payments moved to newer card. But the guy was surprised my rating was just below average with this crazy ass student loan thang. They're nice guys.
-I care about my rating because I am so totally going to buy a house in this market. I scramble with the silly beancounting games for the rest of the year and then my house payment is like 100 bucks cheaper. For 20 friggin years. I think it's going to work out okay. It's sooner than I would want, but it's just time. 32 with a car payment and a loan. My cash only policy has to be retired. It was a good run. The prize is having to eat interest so that I show up on the economic radar. Sigh, stealth mode off. HAI, I don't live in a cave!
-I work with people who inspire me. I've been shown a lot of respect. It feels so conservativy. I have hope though. It fuels the soul. An empty soul is crushingly heavy to carry. And they pat me on the head and encourage me to try harder. It's non-stop learning about how to run a profitable, socialist medical service. It's pretty crazy, but I have fun. Lovable coworkers really make a job feel like coasting.
-Hey, ya know, it's all going to be okay. An exercise in patience. It took a long time. I was backed into a corner. I have no choice but to act mature. Too tired to be mad is not so bad. I'm doing better after the surgery. The medicine is wearing thin. Three giant bottles down, one to go. I feel well enough to hit the gym for the first time this year. I'm waiting till I'm done with the medicine.
I don't get a lot of good gnews. Forgive me abstaining the ljcut.
-I'm considered a wartime veteran. I'm a friggin hero. All my VA benefits changed, a lot of good stuffs. Help with medical bills and a VA home loan. Boosh! I'm gonna join the VFW and drink with other salty war heroes. Go me!
-I opened a bank account and love using a debit card and electronic bill pay. Most of my financial woes have been due to discomfort with public places and laziness. I pay my bills on teh interwebnetz and it's just so super good for me. Welcome to the year 2002 Jason!
-My Jeep won't stop running. But I'm going to have to retire her. I'm saving moniez for a down payment. I'm talking like 50% down payment. It's not an awesome time to get a car loan, and my credit is mediocre. But this is just one of many credit boosting endeavors scheduled for the oh nine.
-My credit is mediocre. But that is despite having my student loans in default. Also, my student loans won't be in default in a few short months. They even sent me a letter saying "Lol we won't gank your tax return, guy. You're not such a bad fellow!"(paraphrased). I called them before I got this love letter just to say thanks and get my payments moved to newer card. But the guy was surprised my rating was just below average with this crazy ass student loan thang. They're nice guys.
-I care about my rating because I am so totally going to buy a house in this market. I scramble with the silly beancounting games for the rest of the year and then my house payment is like 100 bucks cheaper. For 20 friggin years. I think it's going to work out okay. It's sooner than I would want, but it's just time. 32 with a car payment and a loan. My cash only policy has to be retired. It was a good run. The prize is having to eat interest so that I show up on the economic radar. Sigh, stealth mode off. HAI, I don't live in a cave!
-I work with people who inspire me. I've been shown a lot of respect. It feels so conservativy. I have hope though. It fuels the soul. An empty soul is crushingly heavy to carry. And they pat me on the head and encourage me to try harder. It's non-stop learning about how to run a profitable, socialist medical service. It's pretty crazy, but I have fun. Lovable coworkers really make a job feel like coasting.
-Hey, ya know, it's all going to be okay. An exercise in patience. It took a long time. I was backed into a corner. I have no choice but to act mature. Too tired to be mad is not so bad. I'm doing better after the surgery. The medicine is wearing thin. Three giant bottles down, one to go. I feel well enough to hit the gym for the first time this year. I'm waiting till I'm done with the medicine.
I don't get a lot of good gnews. Forgive me abstaining the ljcut.