(can't get ahead)
wherein letters are written to unsavory situations.
dear doctors offices,
let me see if i understand you correctly. you would like me to accept that you took a year's worth of bills that you never told me i owed and have me pay them in two weeks? are you sure you don't just want it in one week? seeing as the fee is more than i can ever afford, you might as well be asking me to pay it today.
you could just send it straight to a collection agency. that's what my roommate's doctor does, and boy is it handy to not have to worry about ever having good credit. we'll never have to pay for trash and water, because we'll forever live in a tiny apartment where they pay it for us while we will be waiting for the next letter telling us the law wants our asses.
i'll be seeing you next tuesday (and every tuesday after that), when you will not speak to me about this and if i bring it up you will act like you have no idea what i'm talking about. i'll be bringing in the bills for that other chick that you keep sending me all her personal information because you are too stupid to fix the address.
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