09 3 / 2010
identity theft
I had my identity stolen last week. I still feel pretty much like myself. I feel more like my identity has been stolen after a drastic haircut than when someone steals $700 from my checking account.
I still feel like me, just with an unusual desire to beat the shit out of something with a baseball bat. And by “something” I mean “the driver from the car service who abused my debit card information” and by “baseball bat” I mean “baseball bat.”
