2001.09.04 the last thing from your mouth sheds light:
dear entertainment weekly magazine,
you are my bitch. you are damn right you are giving me my fucking money back.
rot in hell, morons.
heart,
brian.
yep. i called them. i gave them hell. "troy" was the unlucky bastard that got to talk to me. here's about how it went down:
troy: can i have your account number?
me: that's the problem, troy…i don't have an account number. or an account. or a subscription of any kind.
troy: interesting. and what seems to be the problem?
me: the problem is that somehow you people got my bank information and charged my account $19.95 for a subscription i have yet to see (or a bill, for that matter).
troy: oh.
troy then verifies my information
troy: well, sir…it looks like you have some sort of promotional offer through sam goody.
me: i filled out a card for one (1) free issue, troy. at no time did i put my bank information on that card or sign it, indicating that you would be getting that information from sam goody. i would also like to point out that i still haven't gotten that free issue.
troy: i'm very sorry about this, sir. i don't know how we could have gotten your billing information.
me: don't worry, troy…i'll be talking to sam goody, as well. i think that this entire deal is a little shady, and you're lucky i decided to call you before the better business bureau.
troy (obviously rattled): can i put you on hold while i look into crediting your account?
me: most certainly.
hold
troy: i've put in for a credit to your account. it should show up in the next 30 to 60 days, depending on your billing cycle.
me: it's a bank. there is no "billing cycle."
troy: like i said it should show up in 30 to 60 days.
me: troy…it didn't take 30 to 60 days for you jokers to charge my ass for something i never fucking got. i think you need to do a whole lot better than 30 to 60 days on the return of my funds.
troy: i'll…uh…se what i can do, sir.
me: mighty fine of you, troy. have a great day.
thank you, thank you…
beyond that, i did jack shit, yesterday, sleeping until 2pm. i actually woke up at 10am, decided to sleep until noon. then i woke up at noon and decided to sleep until 2. it happens. it was dreary outside and my ac made the apartment all frigid-like. i was comfy in bed.
so other than that, my day was spent talking to friends and eating a small pizza from wick's. and then i went to bed.
how uninteresting. it was labor day! i was taking a rest!
get off my fuckin' back, already…
