Even though I am not really in the mood, it's this or I read more of my self-help book. Today, I chose this.
I just want to say, really fast, that the new season of Doctor Who, and the new Doctor--Mr. Matt Smith--are going to be great. Great writing, great monsters/bad guys/aliens, great new TARDIS. I don't like the new theme, but, what can you do? Hum it the way it used to be while the new credits roll? You'd better believe I will. I'll miss David, Ten being my Doctor through and through, but Matt Smith is going to be fantastic. Steven Moffatt is going to be fantastic. This season is going to be good. I can feel it.
In other news, today I heard from Gap that they wanted to sue me, so I agreed to give them $200 a month. I am honestly more annoyed that they are bothering with my $600 debt, an amount they make from one card-holder's interest. I will pay off the debt, thank you for making me, truthfully, but really? Is this what they are wasting their time and money on? Me? I am sure someone owes more than me somewhere in this world. It's GE Money, they probably have people who owe them tens of thousands. And here I am with my little $600. Oy, I say, to all of these stupid people in the credit world. You'll get your goddamn $600, I'll pay you, I'll have to; but know this: you're a big lad, but you've got no brain, so shut your fucking face.
I was a bit sick to my stomach when they wanted me to pay them $230 every two weeks. I told them they were crazy, and they knocked it down. I have gotten a job that will cover my ass and help me save, so it's time I pay off somebody, but at first it made me a little scared to think about giving away $200 a month. I shortly came to my senses. I had been doing my thing where I write down the money I make and all of my expenses and what I could have if I did this or that, over and over again. I tore out the page, crumbled it up, and told my brain (and my stomach) to shut it. I can handle the money, I can be shrewd, and I don't need to lecture myself and preach day after day on how to do it. It just needs to happen. I need to be happy about this, because guess what? I'll have them paid off in three months. I could re-open an account with them and use it when I have the money for clothes to rebuild my score. This is not a bad thing. This is a progressive thing, a step forward thing, a see-how-it-can-work-out-and-you-can-learn thing. A grow-up thing.
A grow-up thing.
Speaking of growing-up, or sizing down, I'm at 204 and ready to make it 195. I took a lot of time off from the gym because of a wicked sunburn to my face, upper arms, and chest, and after having worked out with a sunburn yesterday and today, I am glad I did. Turns out, when you have a layer of burnt, dead skin still on top of the layer of new, raw skin, and you sweat, you get weird little bubbles all over. Full of sweat. And then you have to scrub in the shower, which removes the burnt, dead skin before the new, raw skin is quite ready to see the world, leaving your shoulders and chest feeling like owie. All night last night, but better today.
Sleeping with the burn has been a pain in my ass, but I am doing okay otherwise. My face is tanned unevenly, but what can you do?
Anyway...I don't know what to talk about anymore. So, there's that.
I Have Nothing Cute to Say
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