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Nov 09, 04
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im w/ u...
I NEED TO PEE SO BAD... i wish i was a guy at this point.. i have to wait til the tiles are dry, so my step dad can put the fucking toilette back in place. monday's can suck my toe. and thanks kimmmmmm.. p.s kim i miss u.... and SHE'S MINE!@# 
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I had a boring Monday stayed home all day, didn't work today, so that was good. Watched Raw that was fun, Randy Orton kicked ass again. Now, what to do now, oh ya send some guy out and make him work tomorrow, so I don't have to, but I still get paid how sweet is that.
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Here is my bad day:
To make a long story short - I try to be a nice guy and do more than is expected of me on the job, and end up with people mad at me and it cost me a thousand bucks: I'm a real estate agent and I had a listing to sell a townhouse. The owners were getting divorced and the wife who was still living there didn't really want to move, so she kept the place really dirty and dumpy to try to sabotage things and make sure it didn't sell. Even laid around with her BF watchin crap TV and eating chips while prospective buyers viewed the place - Al Bundy trailer-trash style! But eventually the dump sold and moving day came and the seller lady left the place in a complete mess with crap in the fridge and bathrooms, doggy doo in the backyard, junk all over, and the place is really dirty (we expected some but this was way too much). The seller lady and her ex didn't wanna do anything cuz the deal was done as far as they were concerned - although it was really their responsibility. The buyers complained so dummy me says, "Oh well I'll just get it cleaned up, shouldn't be a big deal". So I hire a welfare friend to help remove the junk, and I borrow a pickup truck from another friend. Also hire a cleaning lady to spruce up the place. 2 pickup loads of stuff go to the Salvation Army, another to the dump, and then the guy that owns the truck says he wants a big heavy table that we found in the townhouse and nobody wants, so we take it to his place. While backing up the truck, I dent the fender on a telephone pole. OK dammit I say, well it's a little dent, I figure it's about $200, but now the estimates say it's $800! The truck is a 1986 so it's only worth about $3,000 but what ya gonna do? Icing on the cake - the guy doesn't want the damn table! (If anyone wants it, it's free, 6.5 feet long, black with glass top, 2 pedestals, but out of style). I get the cleaning lady bill and it's too high, works out to $26 per hour for 8 hours. After all the other expenses, and my too-low commission, I won't make a penny on this deal. To top it off, my welfare buddy I paid to help, is coughing all over the place and gives me the friggin FLU! BAD, BAD DAY! And will be worse if the flu stays. Oh yeah - when I went out to get the listing for that townhouse and measure it up a few months ago, while I'm gone my kitty got run over by a car! Another bad day. Townhouse must be jinxed!
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