Only read the Chase post if you truly hate banks, or an insomniac and need something truly boring and whiny to fall asleep to. If you think that I’m nice, think again.
I used the bank’s real name as everything in this story is true and has been documented. None of my relatives or friends work for any part of Chase.
I used to be able to find peace and clarity just through writing an incident down. Then it had to be published to mean anything to me.
Nobody in their right or even wrong mind would ever publish this. I’m okay with that as I love blogging.
I love it so much that it scares me. I feel like I’m losing my competitive edge; I have to tear myself away from my blog to work on my book. Not a good thing.
But it’s the beginning of a holiday weekend and I’m going to forget about everything. When I was complaining to Lucia I told her that I was never going to leave my apartment again. She laughed.
I’m the most social recluse in the world.
I’m already over the bank things, but I oh how good it felt to get the story out and in my blog for my five loyal readers.
