  I'm so hungry, I could eat a zickzaw. Hot day at the palace of pizza yesterday, and the night was uneventful, save for the Glorious Confirmation that Lunkhead has been fired. Offically. 100%. I don't have to hear his whiny bitch voice on a semi regular basis. He's gone, baby, gone.
And, there was much rejoicing. In other happy news, I finally got black and white to work on this damn computer. More precisely, Kurt got the deed done. If I happen not to blog for a few days/weeks/months, it's probably because I'm playing with my sacred cow. (Right, that does sound perverted...) Gave a statment to the cops, go to court in the fall if necessary. No one was hurt by the Drunk Guy.
I think I'd feel pretty terrible if he had have hurt someone.I already feel derelict in my duties as a human since I didn't take the guy's keys. Anyways, no one is hurt. And, my student loan has gone to collections. Again. Fuck them right in the ear. They used the whole good cop, bad cop thing on me, trying to convince me to ask my mom to take out a second mortage.
Yaaah huh. They talked about going to small claims court, blah blah blah. I admit, I was initally quite upset, but Holy cow, I'm just not going to rob banks, sell dope, my family, or myself to give them their money. Like I said before, I will pay it, but not until I'm in the position to pay for it. End of list, cats. My mom is fueled by a righteous fury right now, and hell hath no fury like Kathy's fury.
After asking to talk to my mom on my behalf, and me telling the asshats that it wasn't a good idea, and continuing that stupid conversation for ten minutes, I told them "fine, go ahead. But she can't help me, she will not be happy hearing from you, and, quite frankly, I don't even want you to phone her. " They asked me if i wanted time to give my mom a heads up. I said no, and phoned her anyways. The guy she talked to told her that I wanted her to mortage her condo. Mom said that she didn't think I said anything of the sort.
Buddy went all postal worker, yelling at my mom, and asking her what kind of scam I was trying to pull, asking them to phone her. I reckon they were thinking that I told the truth when I told them I wouldn't be phoning mom to give her a heads up. The funny thing is, I wasn't going to, either, considering that mom can take care of herself, so assholes tremble before her. I had the sneaking suspicion though that those fucks would misrepresent me. I hate being right when it's shit like that. I can imagine my mom getting this call without a heads up, and the scenario would not play out well.
Ultimately, she would believe me over them, that the last thing i want is to involve mom in my debt, but it would certainly cause friction. And the fragile trust we've built up would take a bit of a beating. There's more to worth than either how much you make, or how much you owe. I'd like for me not to get into a funk about this, you know, have enough money to pay bills easily and suchlike - it's hard though. Feel like a deadbeat. I think i may have to consult a lawyer about this.
Of course, this takes time, money, and at least half again the patience I have. Still, not sure I'm liking this. Considering changing my number. Not sleeping. Last time it went to collections, I had a breakdown, had to mess around with my meds so I wouldn't slice up my arms. On that basis alone, says Pizza Mama, I have a case against them, since it was their mistake in the first place that started all that jazz.
Any lawyers wanting to give me a free consultation out there? ....i really hate people. Not you, of course. You're my favorite. 
