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update on my debit card situation-
the bank has a very strict policy on debit cards. because i am a new customer without great credit, i'll have to wait THREE MONTHS to be eligable for one. so i'll just have to wait. it's not worth it, to me, to switch to another bank. the complications with changing my direct deposit is my big reason for not switching.
i'll never understand credit scores. i owe NOTHING to ANYONE (well, i think i owe twenty bucks to the book club, and some money to a hospital in North Carolina when we had to take our son to the ER). my parents, who owe money on a morgage, credit card, and a loan... they have great credit!!
i can't afford to be in debt! i can't afford to have a credit card that i'll never be able to pay off. i use cash because it doesn't have a 30% intrest rate (to me at least, there is assumed debt on every dollar printed by the Federal Reserve Bank before loaning it to the government, but that's a diffrent rant for a diffrent day).
then i broke my sewing machine. i dropped it on the floor. how? because the cord was wrapped around my ankle, i got up... WHAM!
i had to borrow a screwdriver (i have SIX, but none were of the correct configuration). i took it apart, saw how it worked. it seemed nothing was loose, cracked, or misplaced. i cleaned it out real good (sewing makes a lot of lint!) and screwed it back together and plugged it in and it worked!!
kinda.
the tension was all fucked up. i thought i knew what the problem was, so i disassembled it, fucked around, reassembled it... now there's a diffrent problem. i don't want to take it apart again until i CALM THE FUCK DOWN because if i do it now, i'll throw the damn thing across the room.
i'm borrowing my mother's machine for the time being, but OY.
it's like, these little things throw me into a loop of negative emotions, and it puts me in a bad mental state, and everything that happens after it, just exasperates it. i figure, i'm getting the kids back, and everything was looking great, and i was HAPPY... but the universal bad karma i'm lugging around makes damn sure to keep me negative. it's more badness than i could have possibly aquired over one lifetime. that's all cosmic spiritual babbleshit that i usually avoid, but it seems so obviously true to me. and you know? it makes me want to be a good person even more. one day, it HAS to tip in my favour.
the bank has a very strict policy on debit cards. because i am a new customer without great credit, i'll have to wait THREE MONTHS to be eligable for one. so i'll just have to wait. it's not worth it, to me, to switch to another bank. the complications with changing my direct deposit is my big reason for not switching.
i'll never understand credit scores. i owe NOTHING to ANYONE (well, i think i owe twenty bucks to the book club, and some money to a hospital in North Carolina when we had to take our son to the ER). my parents, who owe money on a morgage, credit card, and a loan... they have great credit!!
i can't afford to be in debt! i can't afford to have a credit card that i'll never be able to pay off. i use cash because it doesn't have a 30% intrest rate (to me at least, there is assumed debt on every dollar printed by the Federal Reserve Bank before loaning it to the government, but that's a diffrent rant for a diffrent day).
then i broke my sewing machine. i dropped it on the floor. how? because the cord was wrapped around my ankle, i got up... WHAM!
i had to borrow a screwdriver (i have SIX, but none were of the correct configuration). i took it apart, saw how it worked. it seemed nothing was loose, cracked, or misplaced. i cleaned it out real good (sewing makes a lot of lint!) and screwed it back together and plugged it in and it worked!!
kinda.
the tension was all fucked up. i thought i knew what the problem was, so i disassembled it, fucked around, reassembled it... now there's a diffrent problem. i don't want to take it apart again until i CALM THE FUCK DOWN because if i do it now, i'll throw the damn thing across the room.
i'm borrowing my mother's machine for the time being, but OY.
it's like, these little things throw me into a loop of negative emotions, and it puts me in a bad mental state, and everything that happens after it, just exasperates it. i figure, i'm getting the kids back, and everything was looking great, and i was HAPPY... but the universal bad karma i'm lugging around makes damn sure to keep me negative. it's more badness than i could have possibly aquired over one lifetime. that's all cosmic spiritual babbleshit that i usually avoid, but it seems so obviously true to me. and you know? it makes me want to be a good person even more. one day, it HAS to tip in my favour.