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but the guy who always connects me to my account manager at the loan company is a patriots fan with a maine accent, so i enjoy the minute or so every month when i call fucking great lakes saying NO, I DON'T OWE YOU SHIT and he connects me to the bitch. there's no way to call her directly with like, my acct info because of some weird security setting, but i don't mind because maine accents are hilarious.
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fuck i'm frustrated, freaking out something fierce, would you help me? i'm hungry and i stuffer and i startle, i struggle and i stammer til i'm up to my ears in miserable quote unquote "art"
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