Well I married my dreamgirl
I married my dreamgirl
But she didn’t tell me her credit was bad
So now instead of living in a pleasant suburb
We’re living in the basement at her mom and dad’s
No we can’t get a loan for a respectable home
Just because my girl defaulted on some old credit cards
If we had gone to free credit report dot com
I’d be a happy bachelor with a dog and a yard
So I had to type the lyrics because you can’t find the commercial on YouTube. I am so disappointed. The Internet has let me down.
Also, I haven’t started my short story that is due on Wednesday. Also, I can’t sleep anymore but I try, lord knows, I try. In fact I am going to try again right now! Well, after I finish My Date with Satan (only one story left). Also, tomorrow night is the Jim Walsh reading so I better get some writing done between now and then.
Also, I am fucked, figuratively, not literally.