So I've been having a world of shitty days recently.

Out of money, as in, NONE, to my name. Meaning I have nothing to pay my visa, my internet connection, my website upkeep, let alone things like food or whatever. I also don't have the money to keep my storage room from being SOLD out from under me. My whole life is sitting in the storage room right now, and if I can't come up with some cash to pay for the last month's worth and fees, they can legally sell everything in it.

They even bent the rules (very nice of them) to allow me to take photos and get in so I can sell some things I'd been planning on marketing. Mattress set, some artwork, glass table, etc. Normally they don't even allow someone whose payment is late to go INTO their unit. But I've been with them for almost a decade and they KNOW I'm good for it, but still. It was a huge blow to realize that my whole life, everything not crammed uncomfortably into my 10x12 room at home, is up for grabs in a month because I can't afford to leave my house and work.

My mother missed two doses of her prozac and thankfully only snipped at me a couple times yesterday. I almost wish she'd come at me again, that way I could have had her finally committed and just get her the fuck out of my life. Several weeks ago, she waited until I was out with some friends at the aquarium, called her pastor from church and had him drive her up to the bank where she TOOK ALL THE MONEY OUT OF OUR SHARED ACCOUNT and started her own under just her name, so I COULD NOT USE IT. ... Does she do the shopping? No, she doesn't even have a valid driver's licence or a car, and hasn't shopped for herself for the last 3 years. Does she know how to read a bank statement? No, she stands there telling me, "I don't understand this!" And I explain it, and she STILL doesn't get it, because she's fucking senile. We had a social worker come by because my neighbor who works for the city had to call it in, since my mom was flipping out over things, and came whining to them about it, not that there was ANYTHING they could do about it. The social worker said well it's tough but this isn't financial abuse at all, it's just a rough time. He understood that my mother didn't have a good short term memory. Oh yeah, she had the bank send her checks and new info TO THE CHURCH. Does that sound all right? Does it even sound less than insanely fishy? Oh yeah - and SHE DOESN'T REMEMBER TELLING THE BANK TO DO IT. That is why my name was put on the account in the FIRST place. So we had to fix that, twice, once to remove most of the money and put it BACK so the check for 800$ to the plumber didn't get fraudulently bounced, and again to correct where her information came.

However, that's not what brings this journal up. Oh no. So I got photos of stuff and was getting ready to prep them for posting on ebay or craigslist. I hadn't been on ebay for a long while, so I'd forgotten what I logged in as, but eventually located the right info. At least, I thought I had, I got on, saw my name and my info so it must have been me, right?

Well apparently because I futzed around with several variations on the password or name, THEY SUSPENDED MY ACCOUNT for "dangerous activities".

So WHAT THE FUCK am I supposed to do now? Did you know that if your account's suspended you can appeal it? YEAH, if you can LOG IN AND CONTACT THEM. Which you CAN'T. Because your ACCOUNT IS SUSPENDED. They finally mention in one small portion, "oh yeah you can reply directly to your suspension email" so I did that. I'm NOT happy about this at all. I need money RIGHT FUCKING NOW. Like, over 300$. Donations are welcome. I'll be your best friend.

Hopefully they'll get my stupid ebay account thing fixed.

I have 5 Patrick Nagel prints available for sale, 4 HR Giger books, a gorgeous but extremely heavy glass and wrought iron table, and a twin bed frame, box spring and mattress for sale right off the bat. Oh yeah, a Dazzler (old style) bust, and the Lobo graphic novel boxed set that has never been opened. Anyone need those? Also some manga will be coming up, and some comics - they're not mine, but I've had them for about 8 years now, and I won't be needing them. (ranma, and a lot of batman related stuff)