I need a new hobby

I truly do. Never mind that I've temporarily lost my noggin, and ordered this - from the Shopping Channel, no less.

What? It's for a gift I'm making. My sister even joined me at an Intro to Scrapbooking class at a local store. It was fun.

I feel a certain degree of shame, like Scrapbooking makes me a suburban housewife, without the husband or the suburbs. Or worse, a more creative version of the crazy cat lady. My boyfriend has threatened to leave me if I make a scrapbook about Scooter, my dog.

I think he's kidding.

Just in case, I'll have to keep a hidden book for Bing Bong.

I think I'm kidding.

But none of this explains my need for a new hobby.
It seems that my hobby, of late, has been to "fight the man" in various consumer transactions. The scooter, the Brick and most recently? Premiere Fitness. After my year long contract expired, I decided that the gym sucked and I wanted to go elsewhere. I wrote them a cancellation letter, and directed by the receptionist at the gym, faxed in my 30 day notice.

We're four days past 30, and they've just charged my bank account again.

Oh, it's on now.

I've heard many stories about these douches continuing to charge people's credit cards and bank accounts long after they'd cancelled their memberships, but I was hoping that it was an urban myth.

The litany of doucherism goes on.