i am 22 years old. i work at outback steakhouse in the infamous "villages," where i sell my soul regularly to retired senior citizens in the area for a good tip. i've written enough of these mini life stories to know that the basics, to you, are probably all that matter. nice to meet you.
i wonder if i'll ever get out of the little financial hole i'm in. on a positive note: the "recession" doesn't phase me. on a negative note: that's because my life is a recession. i don't even know where my debt came from. i have a nice laptop, fairly nice cameras, and a crappy car. that's not debt worthy! my car was paid for in cash, too.
i don't regret getting a credit card, because realistically i wouldn't have my lovely gadgets that allow me to express myself otherwise.
i gladly sacrifice the things i can't afford to do (because of credit card payments) for the things that really make me happy. and for as long as i've had the internet i've easily downloaded programs, music and movies that probably surpass my debts.
così è la vita. and mi debt es tu debt. kowabunga.