022; No real life to speak of.

Not much of a life update, but consider this a filler until I, you know... care.

Okay, so -

The bank and the police are fucking me, but that's okay, I like to play rough. Bitches.

The bank said, "File a police report!" the police said "We need an affidavit from the bank before we'll file a police report." The bank said, "Fax us your statement with all instances of fraud indicated!" I said, "Crap, I have no fax machine!" Boyfriend said, "I have one!" Fax machine said, "I hate you and will not cooperate for you!" Boyfriend's grandmother said, "I'll fax it for you!... three days late! "

And nooooowwww... I am waiting. If I don't get that affidavit in the next two days, I'm going to call my bank and Carlos in debit card fraud is going to get an earfull. I want my $1,020 (Yes, it's actually $1,020 not $600) back.

Other than that, I got a new bed. It's a Simmons BeautyRest queen-size. It's not helping my back hurt any less at night, but I am actually sleeping all the way through the night these days instead of waking up every hour and tossing and turning so I really don't care as much.

Other than that, business as usual.