In the United States, a Social Security number (or SSN) is a 9 digit number issued to citizens, permanent residents, and temporary (working) residents under section 205(c)(2) of the Social Security Act, codified as 42 U.S.C. § 405(c)(2). The number is issued to an individual by the Social Security Administration, an agency of the federal government. Its primary purposes are to track individuals' Social Security benefits, and to track individuals for taxation purposes. In recent years the SSN has become a de facto national identification number.[citation needed] A social security number may be obtained by applying on Form SS–5, "Application for A Social Security Number Card"
Now it brings me to a very funny story. Now what I was going to do is stop all the shenanigans, however in light of new information I figure why not just write random stories. Without saying any names, I knew someone that was bored, needed something to do. Knowing me, of course I suggest getting a job. So one day this person went to a lavish place in NYC, that I bet just any woman would love to work, because of its name alone. So as the story goes. The issue is that most of these stories when they are told to me are so extra I really have to think as to whether they are true or not. Ya know? But anyways, they apparently loved her style, etc, damn near wanted the job to be hers ASAP. So in their hurried attempt to get them on board, an application was offered, and of course you fill it out. However, she did not know one important number. Not credit card, or phone number, but the social. And the genius had to leave because of course; they had to find out what the number is. Now I do not have any problem with someone being an idiot. But what I cannot stand is when someone is allllwaaayyysss claiming how smart they are, how nice they are, how pretty they are. I I I I I. damn shit. You ever get a gift or anything from someone in front of your mother, and before you can open your mouth, she says "say thank you" and your like damn ma, give me a chance will ya? Now granted, I think that at a certain age that number should be implanted in your head. Regardless if you have been to school, have worked whatever. It is a life number. Stays with you like luggage. the shit is not going anywhere. So when that happened, I think I was initially upset, because it just sounded so dumb. And then I believed I cracked up for the same reason. So what happens after that in a thinking persons mind “if you never knew it, how was you in school??” "If you never knew it, then how did you get paid for modeling or whatever?" all types of things go thru your mind. Like, this person is fake all the way thru. The stories are bogus. And what I don’t tend to do is judge folks, I do. But I don’t go out of my way to do so. Like right now on my bday of all days people want to censor this. I have not lied about anything. It is all truth. The funny thing is that why would anyone hate the truth, unless it is gruesome. This all could have been avoided, by a simple apology, and for lies not to have been told to begin with. I am not bitter today. I just feel the need to write everyday. And if something is on my mind, and I am inspired in some way, then this is what I do. Sue me
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