It’s funny. There are a million things I can think of that I would like to do–hang out with my loved ones, eat cake, watch Dirty Dancing for the 367th time, make a podcast with my hubby, play with my kids, teach Electra to roll over, write a book, read a book, then write a few more, vacation in New Orleans, visit family and friends in New York, visit family and friends in Arizona, visit family and friends in Colorado, snow ski, watch LOST again, drive a Porsche, ride a Harley, meet Ellen Degeneres, get Lasik surgery, sky dive, scuba dive, visit Italy, visit Ireland, visit Turkey again, learn to speak a foreign language, learn to play guitar, play video games, take a nap, eat some pizza, paint a picture, paint my house, finish my basement, install a pool in my backyard, take an epic road trip (with no time or budget constraints) to visit every state in the U.S.

The list could go on for days.

But one thing I would never do, one thing I have absolutely no desire to ever do is steal someone’s credit card. Never even had that thought cross my mind.

I don’t know, maybe I sort of enjoy earning things. Maybe I like that sense of satisfaction and pride that comes with working hard and reaping rewards. And maybe I’m smart enough to understand that if I really want something, really need something, then I can damn well find an honest way to go about getting it.

Or maybe I’m just not an asshole.

And I guess that’s what pisses me off about the slimy rat bastards who apparently have nothing better to do with their time than to sit around trying to steal other people’s money. Seriously. Get a job. Get a hobby. Make some friends. Go outside and enjoy the weather. Do something. Anything. Just find a way to contribute. Put your energy toward something positive. Instead, you want to steal my credit care for a couple of charges worth all of 50? Really? What a waste. Waste of time. Waste of energy. Waste of life!

I guess people get to make their own choices, but damn, it just doesn’t make sense to me. You get blessed with the opportunity to exist on this beautiful planet and you’ve got nothing better to do than that?

Lame.

That is all.

About the Author Lori Romano

I am a writer, photographer, wife, mother, dog owner, half-assed housekeeper and a self-proclaimed coffee and chocolate addict. One day, I will write a book.

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