2003-08-13 - 10:36 a.m.

[ mood | relieved ]

[ music | Armstrong Call Center background noise ]

Still no word from that shifty cheapskate, Scott. Dad emailed him. I feel like next time I get Scott on the phone I'll be off on a rant like "Poppa Joe" in Boondock Saints. Heh.

The good news is I think I have my creditors scared. One at least is very willing to work with me to cut my payments down and help me out... she told me flat-out, "we don't want to lose your business." I appreciated the honesty, and I'm debating the need to go to a credit counseling service at all. Then again, it won't hurt to explore all the options.

My parents are wonderful. They're going to help us get caught up with the past-due bills. I would really like to pay them a visit sometime soon, maybe even this weekend. They're gonna be in the market for new Internet service, and maybe even a new computer, soon. I can't wait to help 'em out... if nothing else, I can take their oversized paperweight of an HP, gut it, and make me a new scream machine for about $150 it looks like.

Of course, this requires us HAVING $150 to spend on computer stuff. Good luck with two people working part-time... *sigh*

There's a light at the end of our debt-tunnel. I just hope it's not a dragon.

"...or I'll break your t'umbs."

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