Wednesday, March 3, 2010



They made me do it. They made me cut up my credit card; into smithereens so that I couldn’t tape it back together. Those credit counselors are smart as fuck.

I have no idea why I feel so nostalgic for that little green piece of shit, it’s not as if there was any money on it or anything; but now it’s gone forever. And I can’t get another one for…god knows when.

When I cut it up, I made a high pitch “ahh” sound like I had stubbed my toe. And I felt a deep pang in my lower abdomen like I was taking in a monster penis or something; ladies, you know what I’m talking about. I mean, it didn’t hurt, but it was certainly uncomfortable. But like any good screw, I felt better after a few pumps or in this case, some encouraging words from my “Gail”.

So it is now official; I have no credit, that said credit rating is in the toilet and I am B-R-O-K-E; but the contract is signed, the ink is dry and I am bound by law. The silver lining, and there is one, is that things are only going to get better from here.


  1. Good for you Bianc's! I had to do the same thing, of my own accord.. It is indeed hard, But worth it!

  2. Ya it most certainly is hard, but it will be worth it in the end



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