(no subject)
My brother moved back to NC last weekend. I helped unload the truck and my shoulder's been killing me ever since. I should go to the doctor and get something for it but fuck it. You wouldn't believe the cash I've dropped on pills and inhalers since I was sick. I had to call again yesterday because I was breathing pretty shallow and he called in another fifty dollars worth of meds. It's a bummer but it keeps me going.
This weekend I got this letter in the mail from my (car) insurance company, thinking it was about my Mustang (lost story) I didn't open it for a few days. Turns out it was a refund check for almost two hundred dollars. They'd send me a bill for that amount so I paid it. It was for the Mustang. But something got screwed up when I added the Jetta to my policy and it turns out I didn't owe them anything. So Rob and I went shopping for some much needed things. His shoes were falling apart and I've gone down another pants size. We both hate, hate going to the mall but it had to happen. New jeans make me happy in a way I'm ashamed to admit. God bless you Mr. Levi.
This weekend I got this letter in the mail from my (car) insurance company, thinking it was about my Mustang (lost story) I didn't open it for a few days. Turns out it was a refund check for almost two hundred dollars. They'd send me a bill for that amount so I paid it. It was for the Mustang. But something got screwed up when I added the Jetta to my policy and it turns out I didn't owe them anything. So Rob and I went shopping for some much needed things. His shoes were falling apart and I've gone down another pants size. We both hate, hate going to the mall but it had to happen. New jeans make me happy in a way I'm ashamed to admit. God bless you Mr. Levi.