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Scared Shitless In Oakland I took the banner photograph today of the Star Wars jacket that I screwed up and didn't buy for my nephew when I had the chance. There were caps and shirts and some other stuff and I should have shot a picture of them when they all came in just before the movie was released. Hi, ho. One of our fellow workers has a boyfriend on the Industrial Light and Magic crew that produced the special effects for the movie so we got to combine our order with their's. We paid $140 apiece for them and I just checked ebay.com where there are three listed for bid at the moment, one going for $250 and two others for $400 each. Only in America.
During the years I had a small one man, two man computer company in Napa I
I don't think this means I'm going to lose the apartment, but for a few moments this afternoon I wondered. I've spent years paying off debt and now that I'm done I'm going to have to straighten out the paperwork. In talking with one of the credit agencies I asked if one agency could have different information than another. The woman said yes, if a state sales tax agency, for example, releases a lien against you they will often only communicate with one credit agency and the others will still think you're in trouble. This seems to be my case. As a highly paid computer professional who knows how easily such information can be corrected, I'm scared shitless. |
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got in the habit of keeping every weird assed piece of paper ever written
that documented a purchase or a receipt of income. And I've lugged these
damned things around with me forever in two file
cabinets that I use to hold up my desk. Forever. Every piece. And today I am
asked if I have the paperwork on a credit card I had in 1994 because
they showed an unpaid balance on the credit report run by the rental
agency that found my apartment. And of all the paperwork I've saved over
these years, what are the file folders I trashed recently? You don't
have to ask. I don't have to tell you. I'm not even pissed. It is too
close to the proper justice owed to an anal asshole who keeps this sort
of stuff, audited once or twice by the IRS or not.