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The Economy is fucking with you. |
Dear US Economy, Fuck you. You have caused me some undue stress this week. And last week. Hell, for at least six months, you and I have been flirting with disaster. So it came as no surprise when you gave me the finger and waltzed off with my meager 401(k) last week. I should have seen it coming. My 401(K)? She's 1/3 the retirement she used to be. I hope you love her as I once did. We had plans, you know. What I didn't see was your malicious plan to unsettle me with a round of layoffs at work. That was sly, I must say. A 12% workforce reduction was just the thing to stimulate a stomach ulcer and a case of strep throat. Good on you! You pulled the wool over my eyes, even if all I have to deal with is survivor's guilt and a paycheck-to-paycheck bank account. |
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I'd also like to point out that you destroyed all my vacation plans. I was saving to go to Argentina in February, but decided to scale it back. Maybe a quick trip over to the Caribbean? Too pricey. How about hijacking my friend's birthday trip to Mexico in late January? Not even that. I'll have to settle with watching TiVo'ed Corona comercials on infinite repeat. Lastly, Economy, there's my home. I love it and would like to keep it, so I had a chat with a banker about a ReFi. Even with a credit score just shy of 800, I could not get a better rate because the value of said home has fallen below the value of the original mortgage. In other words, you've screwed me again. So I'd just like to say, Economy, you blow. I hope you and my 401(k) have a smashing nose-dive vacation somewhere tropical while I sit here and stew. I'll work extra hard to keep my paycheck and my head above water. I hope to God I don't lose my health benefits because that would be the coup de grace for my pathetic existence right now. US Economy, FUCK YOU. Sincerely, ALS |
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Not much about me this week, more about the home town shennanigans. I hate to see cats threatened, but what I hated even more was seeing my friend's deadbeat sister listed in this week's reports:
Tell me honestly, Ladies That Were Born in the Early to Mid-1970s, you loved Lindsay Wagner as The Bionic Woman, didn't you? You wanted to make hushed shhh-shhh-shhh sounds as you leapt over semi-trucks in exquisite slow motion. You wanted to be an Operative of the Office of Scientific Intelligence. You wanted your own UnderRoos in your image. I know you did.