Ugh. Just got off the phone with Daddy. He's cutting my credit line AGAIN. Like, wtf? He said something about 'fiscal responsibility' and 'earning my privileges'. LOL. Cringe. As if I need to 'earn' anything. I was BORN with this pussy, this face, and this last name. That IS my privilege. Maybe if his stupid board members spent less time yapping about quarterly reports and more time eating my ass, the company would be doing better. Anyway, this just means I have to get... creative. Anyone know a good pawn shop that doesn't ask questions? Or a sugar daddy who's into bratty princesses that will ruin his life? DM me. Don't be poor.