In which I do it all over. Again. When I was 18, some ignorant asshat gave me a credit card with a $500 credit limit. (Or maybe it was $250. I can’t remember anymore. It wasn’t very much, but it was more than I could pay off at the time.) Twelve years later, I paid […]
In which I haven’t had a deep thought in months, so I ramble on about nothing like an empty-headed bimbo. Woke this morning to snow falling. Big, fat, quiet flakes. Very pretty. I rolled over and went back to sleep. Yesterday was International Long-Assed Calls Day for me, and I was fuckin’ swamped at work […]
