Life is funny. I used to always joke around and say that if anyone ever stole my identity I would feel bad for THEM. Normally, my bank account is dismal to say the least and my assets, well, I don't even know what that means. But as my own identity is constantly evolving and adapting to it's new surroundings, someone must have caught on and wanted to come along for the ride. Apparently someone in Nashville, TN that is and boy were they hungry! Two grand later and about 10,000 calories, I finally got hip to the fact that someone had stolen my identity and went to town. For the first time in a very long time, I had money to burn and that's exactly what the Nashville bandit did. He also dropped 300 at a Finish Line, so at least he got some fresh kicks to start off the summer in style.
My bank has been pretty understanding with the obviously obese and stylish human who has currently hijacked the numbers on my plastic. The money will be back in my account tomorrow and I already have a new card, kudos to the scam artist who pulled it off (my guess is it was that sketchy gas station in Texas where the bathroom had no lock, their only souvenir was a gun holster and ella refused to get out of the car). In regards to my own identity, it is fully intact and feels good.
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Dear Carissa -- as always your blog is the highlight of my day! I have now for you a note from your dad -- all the toys but functionally unable to join the e-universe and I quote....Dad -speaking, love to read your blog. You have great conversational writing style, not stiff at all. I think it is in the genes, was offered a writing scholarship at NYU you know, but i think you are better than I ever hoped to be. Use it or lose it - love always Dad. I am not his mouth piece just his "editorial assistant" We love you madly. B
ReplyDeleteI didn't know you were offered a writing scholarship, that is pretty cool pops. Thanks for reading you guys, and as always love the support!
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