In which FHC finds himself locked out of his own life

I had a pretty hectic day because I forgot all of my codes while on my five-week redemption trip. My brain was already a little deficient before I left but now it’s as if they had erased all these PIN numbers, aliases and passwords in my (mostly) electronic life. I had a little card with some of them that boyfriend No3 (may god bless his bleeding heart) had designed for me but I lost it in the move. I forgot the password to get in my computer at home and had to call my exes last night (roommate and boyfriend- the late LL) who both pretended they didn’t know it which was a) a lie and b) embarrassing for everybody involved. I went through all the weird nicknames I had given LL in the course of our brief yet passionate relationship but could not log in. Then this morning I couldn’t open my locker because I had forgotten the code (cute… I just sounded as if I was a Walmart employee) and therefore wasn’t able to score a shirt or a suit to do the professional thingy. I could not get money from the ATM because I can’t remember the card code and eventually skipped lunch. Finally, I could not log on Zipcar, Netflix, Manhunt and all these vital websites. I tried really hard at one point to answer some of the security questions but must have been high when I selected the answers because it did not work out. Thank god I managed to get invited at Alex A. tonight and will be able to eat for free there but this is only going to solve my situation temporarily.

Comments

[LL]

This is what happens when you change all your passwords after a breakup.

[New Fagat]

Welcome Home! Please blog all the time now, espesh Saturdays.

[fan]

what is your manhunt nickname?

[Old Fagat]

We thought this blog was RECOVERING from a mysterious disease. Did it come back?