As an ADHD kid in the 60s and 70s, I was punished for existing by most teachers/school boards, other kids, and my father.
(That doesn’t mean that I wasn’t hella annoying, of course.)
That being said, I agree.
As an ADHD kid in the 60s and 70s, I was punished for existing by most teachers/school boards, other kids, and my father.
(That doesn’t mean that I wasn’t hella annoying, of course.)
That being said, I agree.
But the GOP loves bending over!
When you don’t have viable choices, that is most certainly NOT ‘being satisfied with that’.
Agreed. Weird system, and dangerous for many. That’s why I only allow myself a very limited card, which is what I used to build my shitty credit back up.
Not really any significant details missing.
The single digit score was what I was told by a friend in banking who looked it up for me, years ago, but I’m not arguing with you, as I didn’t see it with my own eyes. She could have been lying.
Boomer = old person. Puke = asshole, fucker, or other insult.
As much as I can see the appeal of gaming the system, I don’t look good in orange.
Also, I have gigs to attend to (filthy bass player here), as well as taking care of my sweetheart, who has wicked mobility issues. I don’t think I can do that from a cell.
I like the cut of your jib, tho’.
I shat my credit into single digit range threeish decades ago (yeah, I’m a boomer puke). I couldn’t even get a bank account until about eight years ago. I finally was able to get an acct, got a secured card, and built my credit up to 729. ‘Upgraded’ my secured card to unsecured, but left the limit at $300 to keep me in check.
Then I made the mistake for applying for a modest credit line with my bank. Not only did I get denied, but the hard credit hit put me under 700. Then my credit took another major hit because I used that card for more than 31% of its limit. Never once made a late payment, neither.
As I hoped that a line of credit could afford me access to an oral surgeon (which I really need to even consider dentures, as I have mucho malo in my mouth), and as I have no interest in writing a grant to cover it, I’m fucked, as oral surgeons don’t seem to take Medicaid in my shit state.
If I survive another yearish, Medicare might be helpful, but the problems in my pie-hole might not wait that long.
I do not want a handout. I want the chance to pay it off and not leave it to Medicare…and not die of the infections spreading to either my brain (such as it is) or my heart.
(Yaay, America!)
Fuck you, China, and fuck you, Russia.
Too late, bitch-tits - China’s already doing that.
Those that like their treason served fresh from Trump’s diaper would like that, no doubt.
Whatever, Xit-head. You keep on whining and we’ll keep ignoring.
Then I can’t be assed to use Amazon.
Xittie the Poo’s got a turd in his hunny and he’s pissy.
But Russian soldiers who blow each other in trenches is perfectly fine…go with what you know, I guess.
Fuck Trump and his shit-headed followers forever.
Too bad choir boys can’t dodge rigid idealogues.
He could probably hit Putin from there, too.
The view from his kneepads.
My dad was a drunken asshole who grew up in a tough world. He wasn’t suited to fatherhood, and wasn’t prepared to deal with a kid that was not him.
I suspect he had his own ND issues that would have been even more difficult for him do deal with as a kid in the 40s and 50s, not to mention his parents.
He was probably raised with the same kind of abuse I was, and more. I don’t hate him.