I kill ALLL

Currently listening to: The Who - Baba O'Riley (The song everyone seems to think is called Teenage Wasteland, it's NOT DON'T CALL IT THAT!)
Current Mood: FUCKEN TIRED

Yeah a few weeks ago I was with Sam in Canadian Tire and we were just minding our own business drooling at the butcher knives and the cleavers and talking about who we could chop up if we had one. When suddenly this guy who had been walking back and forth past the isle we were in finally walked up to us and went "Are you girls 18?" At first I thought he was someone who worked there and you had to be 18 to be able to look at the knives, but I quickly dismissed that thought because "God dammit, you can be any age to buy a knife and go killing people!" Sam and I both said yes and then he rephrased his question.

"Would you like one of these cool light up pens?" He started pressing it and lighting it up and then I thought he was some weird child molester who got little girls to follow him to his trunk with promises of light up pens. O__o

But no, he was just a solicitor who wanted us to fill out forms so we could get info on the Canadian Tire Mastercard. Sam and I thought, "what the hell lets do it". I was also really wanting one of those light up pens. So we filled out the forms, la de da. We took our light up pens and ran away into the distance.

2 weeks later I got a fully intact Mastercard in the mail. I was like "Some goddamn info package!" My mom was horrified at how easily they just throw credit cards at people. It's so true, now a days any moron can have a child and acquire a credit card. What is the world coming to?! So with my mom's blessings I activated it, because like come on, who only wants one measly credit card when you can have TWO! Especially Big sister Visa and little brother Mastercard. So now I am greedy and have both, I feel ultra extra special, and slightly more poor, cept not.

The only thing I noticed today is that they are illiterate. They spelled my friggin name wrong on my card, it says "LINDAY" instead of "LINDSAY" Someone will die! So yeah they think my name is Linday, what the hell kind of name is that?! Now I have to call them up, bitch them out and get them to change the name on my credit card. Blah blah blah. Good thing I have a Visa and I know Visa loves me and knows my name.