The Bloody Doors Off

What the fuck am I even doing here?

Graphic designer, playwright, occasional asshole

Well, ain’t that a kick in the head

Today I provided my recent credit card statement to the business partner who is discussing the situation at the company.

In doing so, I discovered a NEW suspect charge on my card. $180 to a photography studio.

Even the name of the company is suspect.

I’ve blocked my card and asked for a replacement. Also opened a dispute, which is gonna take up to a month to complete.

To the hacker who got a hold of my card:

Don’t press me, motherfucker.

I’m feeling ~~dangerous~~ stupid.

I figured out the charge.