It's my birthday so I feel compelled to post something, but I'm just out of clever today. When I was 18, I felt like a funny adult trying to be a snarky teenager. Now I'm 28, and I feel like a sullen teenager trying to be a funny adult ( Read more... )

I really should post something ( Read more... )

Some days, shit just catches up to you ( Read more... )

So, I guess I should apologize for last week's freakout. I don't imagine the stress I'm under is in any way obscure or hard to define from an outside standpoint, but I feel compelled to detail it out. The past week has had me, in cycles, attend work, attend raids, desperately scour the internets for house listings, deal with being constantly lost ( Read more... )

"... no solution, strong undertow ( Read more... )

First presentation was yesterday. Joe came down to watch me do my thang, and it went pretty well. Only like five kids there but they all seemed pretty interested in getting not-fucked by "the man" as they go on in life ( Read more... )

So I don't have a new house at this second. In the ever growing file known as "Proof God hates Seth", we have just recorded a new incident. Kim and I were supposed to finally close this bitch on Friday, and I work my ass off to get one freaking hour away from the office to handle my bidness (yo). Friday finally rolls around, and I call my real ( Read more... )

Closing on the house Friday. Assuming two things - 1: I can get off work for the closing procedure at 4pm. Even though I informed my lender time and fucking time the fuckity fuck again that I work 10:30 to 7:00, she still scheduled it for 4:00pm. If Lee were here, he would say "Nice, nice" and then improperly employ scissors in some manner ( Read more... )

Last September I was getting my brother some books for his birthday and I saw a few Henry Rollins books, one of which was his journals. There was a whole chapter devoted to the entries he made on his birthday, and it was interesting to see a snapshot, year by year, of how someone's life changes and/or remains the same. It's also interesting to sit ( Read more... )

Other than my job flat out sucking, it has also given me a deeply-ingrained intolerance for other collectors, especially those that cannot do their goddamned job. This asshat has been calling me at least once a week (sometimes twice, in the past) regarding some old account I had with Commerce. Apparently this thing is from 1999 or 2000 or something ( Read more... )