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apocalypsosI really need to see about getting a credit card from somewhere. I don't even care if the credit limit's five bucks at this point, because when I need something like this and the only thing stopping me is that the site only takes credit cards, that fucking sucks.
On the other hand, I am now the proud owner of a pair of black suede high-heeled almost-knee-high boots. Er, would it be a good excuse if I claimed I bought them for Winchestercon? *shifty eyes*
I also got a new cell phone. It's just a Tracfone, although it's nicer than the one I had before. I accidentally brought the other one to work a month ago, and we're not supposed to. I turned it into security and they've been giving me shit about giving it back ever since. There's only five phone numbers on it, for crying out loud, and it's not even a camera phone, but they've been telling me, "Oh, ask your supervisor about it." (My supervisor's response? "... the fuck? They're not supposed to do that.) Eh, screw it. I'm not going to get into a fight over a twenty-dollar phone I can just replace.
I think I'm going to try to tempt the synopsis out of my brain by clearing my mind and letting Sean tell his own damn story. Not like I can really use it as a synopsis, but what the hell? It's worth a shot.
I've been waiting all day for the Project Runway rerun and my Bravo is currently a green screen. BOOOOOOOO. *shakes fist*
On the other hand, I am now the proud owner of a pair of black suede high-heeled almost-knee-high boots. Er, would it be a good excuse if I claimed I bought them for Winchestercon? *shifty eyes*
I also got a new cell phone. It's just a Tracfone, although it's nicer than the one I had before. I accidentally brought the other one to work a month ago, and we're not supposed to. I turned it into security and they've been giving me shit about giving it back ever since. There's only five phone numbers on it, for crying out loud, and it's not even a camera phone, but they've been telling me, "Oh, ask your supervisor about it." (My supervisor's response? "... the fuck? They're not supposed to do that.) Eh, screw it. I'm not going to get into a fight over a twenty-dollar phone I can just replace.
I think I'm going to try to tempt the synopsis out of my brain by clearing my mind and letting Sean tell his own damn story. Not like I can really use it as a synopsis, but what the hell? It's worth a shot.
I've been waiting all day for the Project Runway rerun and my Bravo is currently a green screen. BOOOOOOOO. *shakes fist*
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Date: 2006-08-11 03:22 pm (UTC)When it finally got to the point where you can't do anything without one; I got a secured card. You give them $100 and they give you a $200 credit limit. After using (and paying it faithfully) for a while; I got a regular card and got rid of the secured. You get your $100 back with minimal interest.