if you steal my identity, please take my kidney.
03/23/2008 12:45 a.m.
i recently discovered that someone has gotten a hold of my debit card number and has used it. i know, yes KNOW, who the person is thanks to where the purchases were made. this makes me livid. screw with anything else you want, but not my money. there's nothing more i'd love to do in the world right now then to go shove my foot up this person's ass or hit them in the head with a cast iron skillet. now that's revenge. and of course, the bank is cool with it, work with me but they won't press charges against the person. they go after the merchant. uh, hello? it's not their fault, don't take it out on them. and the police, well, the police suck. they said they doubt i have a case. and i thought identity theft was crime. ha.


i spent tuesday night/wednesday morning in the hospital. Kevin was so gracious to take me since my boyfriend is an asshole. i had been fighting a kidney...thing for a month. it would come and go and i'd drink my weight in cran-whatever juice and be fine. well, pissing blood and the unbearable pain and nausea exerting from back was the last straw. the hospital said i had a UTI, kidney infection and my personal favorite, kidney stones. i almost punched a nurse in the face but that's typical of me in the hospital. don't ridicule me over my phobia of of swallowing pills. i didn't say shit to her about her lesbo commando hair cut. they gave me Cipro and Percocet. Kevin and i had fun with rubber gloves and tourniquets and he snuck me Skittles and Goldfish when i was conscious and the nurses weren't bothering me. i was so messed up of that Percocet but still took some lovely blac-mail photos and called the local singles line with Kevin at the helm. we later gorged ourselves at McDonalds while some creepy man kept knocking on his car at the drive-thru.


one can only watch so much "america's next top model"...
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