Baby, You Are The Weapon I Choose, These Wounds Are Self Inflicted.

Question: What is so freaking awesome about Fruitland, Idaho?

If you by chance are reading this and happen to be from there, or have lived there, or even visited there, please, enlighten me. A lot of people seem to move there from the Salem area. Well, people that owe money to businesses in the Salem area seem to move there.

You know, there's a bunch to be said about payday loans, how they are predator lenders and evil and blah blah blah. Me personally, I have never had one. Anyways, it always amazes me the extremely wide variety of people we get when we get new payday loans that were not repaid assigned to us. Some I see their bank statements that they provide with the application and think, "Um, maybe if you didn't go out to eat three times a day, every day, you wouldn't be in this pickle." I do understand that at times there are extenuating circumstances, but when you work for the state and bring home over $3500 a month, not including your spouse's income, you'd think they would maybe live within their means. It absolutely breaks my heart to see senior citizens who are on SSI have to get a payday loan and then not repay it. We had a gentleman come in and pay his back and he was almost 90 years old. Something is terribly wrong in our society when a 90 year old man has to take out a payday loan to make ends meet. Another thing that bothers me with the payday loans are the bank employees who get them. In the last few months we have gotten a handful of them for West Coast Bank employees, and Wachovia. Sometimes we see a US Bank or a Wells Fargo, very rarely a Washington Mutual. But even worse than a bank employee is someone who works at a fellow collection agency. You'd think they especially would know the gravity of not repaying the payday loan. It's just crazy.

I have a bug bite on the back of my right thigh and it hurts like all hell.

I feel like a freaking R*tard. This morning when I went to leave for work I started the car and it said I was practically out of gas. I got all pissed off thinking someone siphoned the gas out of my car. And then I was all cranky about that because I had emailed the landlord almost a week ago about the carport lights have been out for a while and the bulbs have not been replaced and she hasn't responded (and we don't have a step ladder or we would do it ourselves). The reason I finally emailed her is because one morning at about six, right after Collin left, I noticed someone out in the carport looking in my living room window, and it really freaked me out. So anywhoozle, I swing by the Arco and get twenty bucks worth of gas, go to work, call my husband to tell him about it, and then I shoot off an email to the landlord about this mornings incident with the gas and the siphoning. Then I go to take Renee to her dentist appointment and the gas gauge says it's almost completely full, and there ain't no way five gallons of gas managed to fill my fourteen gallon tank. So then I start thinking about how hot it was yesterday, and knowing the Camry, it was probably having a mental moment this morning when I turned it on (my gas gauge is digital). So at this point I am feeling totally embarassed about the email to my landlord about the gas siphoning because I don't want her to freak out the other tenants. She still hasn't responded to that email, and I wish I could just delete it somehow. Oh well, maybe it will motivate her to change the bulbs in the carport.

I am feeling like a chocolate peanut butter milk shake, so I think I am going to make one and then read. Peace Out!