Ok so how many of you order stuff on the big wide inter-web?
All of you? Wow! We're a clan of shoppers, eh? Nice!
I am an online shopper.
Yes, yes, I know I live in California and radical shopping is supposed to be EVERYWHERE. But sadly its not. Well its there but its in towns called Dublin, San Fransisco, Gilroy, and L.A.. not Atwater. (Although Atwater IS starting to rock some stores that catch my attention frequently as well.)
So the google box calls my name more frequently.
Now, How many of you do the whole 'paypal' thing?
Half of you? Sad. Its safe, secure and saves a girl a lot of time when trying to 'check out' before hubs walks in... seriously. You *can* have a 'credit' account with them or be like me and link it up to your bank account. There is great instructions.
Ok ok now, back to why I titled this what I did...
*sometimes* places do not accept paypal. (I would link you up with paypal but I am typing this on my NON-iPhone. Bleh. But on my HTC with a qwerty key pad. My thumbs have muscle ladies!;))
So yes sometimes places do not accept PayPal. Bleh. Again.
So than I have to pull out the trusty ole VISA to make a transaction.
But. Then I have to enter ALLLLL my info. My name, address, city, zip, email, security code, and my phone number.
And ladies every.single.time I do this I feel freakishly out of control!!!! I just gave some wah-oo company every single piece of info they need or want to find me, my house, or to call me. Yep it is not my thing.
So I do this. (Breath deep please.)
I write a fake phone number. Why? You say whaaa? Ya I do.
It makes me feel just a tiny bit more in control of my life. Like if some dude could find my house at LEAST he wouldn't *call* me to tell me he found it.
Ok, so now the question is.
On a scale of 1 -10 how crazy/deceitful/ awful/ wicked am I?