Wednesday, July 21, 2004

I'm really worried about my finances right now... I just called the bank and I'm  at NEGATIVE $434....  "What the fuck?!?" you might ask... Well, my friends, there are really only two possibilities... One: my identity has been stolen and someone is running about this tiny world stealing money from a barely legal teen who has almost no credit to her name.  I bet they dress just like me, and spend more time with my friends than I do, but because he/she is wearing my clothes, no one questions it.
Option Two: I screwed up.
I keep going back through my mental bank logs, coming up with a few things here and there (concert tickets... strip club... food... movies...) that gouged my account balance, but nothing that could grab my account by the balls and squeeze every stinking penny out of there...
I'm afraid to ask my dad for help, or even ask to put off paying for insurance this month.  I'm supposed to be showing him how responsible I can be on my own...  So far, I'm still living at home, suckling at my father's teat, and that's scares me.  The mental picture is almost as terrifying as the reality check.
On a lighter note: Steph lives with me!  It's like one long slumber party, and I'm loving it.  Especially the melted Fudgicles.... We are awesome cooks, but terribly forgetful.



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