29-Mar-2006

I was going to post a long entry here about "Saved!," which I watched this afternoon on brief hiatus, as H-Berts and G-Money are working from home.  Instead, I decided I'd rather do something fun - aka write several scathing letters to Sprint, the three credit bureaus, and the Consumer Protection Division of the Attorney General's office.  Why, you ask?  Because I am being erased as a person.  Remember how Sprint couldn't check my credit last month?  It's still going on.  And let me tell you, people, I am the queen of the scathing letter.  I compose them in my mind every day, say when the Commissary forgets to add tartar sauce to my Conspiracy Crab Cakes, or when a boy tells me he's not ready for a relationship and I find out he's actually just dating someone behind my back, or when I go home to Kentucky and my parents have rearranged the furniture without my consent.  I'm not much for change, and I'm about as adaptable as a sledgehammer covered in molasses.  Some people call me close-minded - I prefer the term sensitive.  It's a rare moment, however, when I actually get to send said scathing letters, so when I do, rest assured they're going Return Receipt Requested.  Next time bureaucracy's got you down, demand the sauce on the side, cut that pseudo-cheating bastard out of your life, and Fight the Machine!