Oh fuck, Amy.
Fuck fuck fuck.
(*^@#&#)&@#*^#%)%&)@($&)@#&)(^
'Shindig'
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Oh fuck, Amy.
Fuck fuck fuck.
(*^@#&#)&@#*^#%)%&)@($&)@#&)(^
{{AmyLiz}} What Aimee said.
Amy, that's awful! I'm so so sorry...
Theo, your news was awful too. I remember March sucked here last year too.
Oh Amy! Oh no. I'm so so sorry.
She can probably attest to its softness.
I can! It's very soft and cuddletastic. We should all be wrapped in soothing minkie this month, seems like.
(((Theo)))
(((AmyLiz)))
Oh, Amy. I'm so sorry.
The Bank Lady assures us that the money will be returned, by the bank, hopefully by tomorrow, but I'll believe that when I see it. Stephen had to check off a whole list of transactions that weren't ours. One of them was a $1,000 ATM withdrawal. How do you do that without a card?!
Thanks for the good wishes, guys. Off to make up my face and storm the castle go to my interview.
OMG, AmyLiz! Ahhh! I'm sorry!
Oh, holy fuck, Amy. Please, please say that your bank is at least recognizing that it wasn't anything of your doing and that they're working on crediting it all back to you. Please say this, before I bankrupt myself buying a same-day ticket back east to go apeshit on their asses, because at this point I have a *lot* of on-behalf-of-friends undifferentiated rage and I'd love any excuse to differentiate it and unload it on someone.
Also, every ounce of calm and job~ma I've got, to get you through the interview. And find-a-damn-vein-that-works-and-stop-torturing-your-mom~ma to the hospital.
FUCK.
Good luck with the interview, Amy. Vibing hard for the bank to do right by you with minimal hassle. And continued health~ma for your mother.
Today is looking to get smacked around.