GoodBar Teets
Haven't been here in a while, and so much has happened since my last entry. But we'll skip most of that...
Anyways, so I just moved out of my apartment last night. Gone is my first home and nurturing father. I'd like to that everyone that helped me move in any way, esp. GoodFucker, Nick, Raul, Becky and my baby. So I'm homeless now, crazy. Man I stood in the parking lot for as long as I could and just spun in a circle, watching clips replay all over that damned place. It was a fun 2 years, and not only that but it was one of the best learning experiences I had ever been through. You gain a lot of responsibilty when you put everything in your name, if you care about credit and just a good name. I was counting how many roommates I went through throughout the years and I've been through atleast 9. That/'s a lot of fucken roommates, that doesn't include like all the people who stayed w/o asking for about 2 weeks. Craziness.
So I should be off to San Antonio today to finish up looking for places, since the last place we were hoping on getting feel through:
"Hello Mr. Mireles."
"Yes Sir..."
"This is -beeep- from -beeep- realtor. We like to say we have accepted your application."
"That's great."
"But there's one thing..."
"Uh-huh..."
"Someone moved into the house the day we received your application."
"What the fuck!!! You piece of shits told me it was available and there wasn't anyone else interested..."
"sir, calm down"
"Nah nah, fuck you."
Ok so that's how shit went down. Alright well... maybe the end was a bit twisted, but either way, you get the idea.
So I guess I'll post later, I'm getting the silent treatment + evil eye treatment from the Mrs. becasue I'm supposed to be getting ready.
Ladeeers.
Anyways, so I just moved out of my apartment last night. Gone is my first home and nurturing father. I'd like to that everyone that helped me move in any way, esp. GoodFucker, Nick, Raul, Becky and my baby. So I'm homeless now, crazy. Man I stood in the parking lot for as long as I could and just spun in a circle, watching clips replay all over that damned place. It was a fun 2 years, and not only that but it was one of the best learning experiences I had ever been through. You gain a lot of responsibilty when you put everything in your name, if you care about credit and just a good name. I was counting how many roommates I went through throughout the years and I've been through atleast 9. That/'s a lot of fucken roommates, that doesn't include like all the people who stayed w/o asking for about 2 weeks. Craziness.
So I should be off to San Antonio today to finish up looking for places, since the last place we were hoping on getting feel through:
"Hello Mr. Mireles."
"Yes Sir..."
"This is -beeep- from -beeep- realtor. We like to say we have accepted your application."
"That's great."
"But there's one thing..."
"Uh-huh..."
"Someone moved into the house the day we received your application."
"What the fuck!!! You piece of shits told me it was available and there wasn't anyone else interested..."
"sir, calm down"
"Nah nah, fuck you."
Ok so that's how shit went down. Alright well... maybe the end was a bit twisted, but either way, you get the idea.
So I guess I'll post later, I'm getting the silent treatment + evil eye treatment from the Mrs. becasue I'm supposed to be getting ready.
Ladeeers.