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A Couple More Days


Ack, it’s hard. Going over and busting it out, but really, most is done. A few more car loads. Actually, prob about 2 pick up loads. I am off tomorrow, thanks to Terry, and plan to finish it up. Need to clean some carpets, get more “magic erasers” (them things sure ’nuff work!!!) and need about 6-8 small u-haul boxes. I WILL get it. I can taste the freedom. However comma, I have been SO sore, every morning. Ack! Wendy’s sick and I feel for her, however, I feel for my right knee WAY more.

Hell, once I get this crap done, I can mow my lawn without guilt. Start working on the garage to find missing stuff (satellite dish receiver for my bedroom and dvd player). Oh yeah. Walk the dogs. Not have to sweat going back over. And of course, it’s sad and depressing a bit — we planned on buying that place. If only he hadn’t wanted $30k more than it was worth. AND, of course, if we hadn’t had the absolute neighbors form a bad Christmas movie, the ones we (and all the other neighbors) call “The SHITHEADS.” Eff them. I am about free and won’t have to deal w/ ignorant people who think MY yard is a common area (like some Philly ghetto apartment complex). Oh well. My dawgses like it here too. Better stuff to smell and the occasional horse to bark at (They’re space aliens don’t you know?!).

I won’t go into the ignorant hillbilly who works for me that sent the big boss a letter — like he thought he’d get ME in trouble… ALl he did was screw over a guy who had found another job and try to get another one fired. Soon, the letter will be in my hands to post for all to see… There are really only two people who could have written it and this dumbass wrote it by hand… D’OH! I detest back-stabbing snake f*ckers…

Back to my computer drudgery which doesn’t go away.


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The Ring is Closing.


Well, we’re almost there. Am typing this on my new computer in it’s “Mac” mode. Yep, it’s a dual-boot Win 7/Mac Snow Leopard … Mac is weird. Growing on me though. Lots of stuff did not transfer though 🙁 I KNEW I’d have to hook the old one up to snag shit out of her. Need to actually use the MS discs to add my keyboard… printer too. At least I am NOW on the ‘Net. For days I wasn’t and am using a borrowed modem. 🙂

As tot he move… just mainly dregs and piles of stuff. Some dishes (well, still a lot of that) and really no furniture. Like I said, just details and some clean up. I don’t know how much as everyone I have ever talked to about this says my landlord there NEVER gives back deposits… What’s dat mean? Means ah ain’t a gonna use extreme measures to make it clean. One set of neighbors (who bailed partly because of the “shitheads”) spent DAYS cleaning and painting and got the ol’ “stifferoo.” Kewl huh!? I am also told by some realty professionals, that the landlord must provide an itemized list of what the $$ was spent on. You know I want that… They say the “standard” is “broom swept.” Yeaaaahhhhh, bet he’ll pull out the old white gloves. I hear that’s his trick. Hope I am wrong. The truth is out there.

Well, it’s late — I can play w/ the Mac another day. Plus the Mother-in-law is coming tomorrow, so you know WHO is in a panic that all must pass “inspection.” Gotta go clean Nero’s cat box. Damn these shortcuts are different. >:-o


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The Seventh Ring of Hell


I hate moving… I do. no matter what, it’s blowishus. I bet it sucks for rich folks who can afford to have everything done for them. The inconvenience alone is just screwed.

Anyway, the flag has been transferred and it’s now just a mop up game — still a lot of shit to do, but the hard parts are mostly done. (Note: I particularly like the dumb twat who just let her spawn kick the door open . right into MY door w/out even an “I’m sorry.”). More to do tonight

Got a nice threatening phone message from ye olde landlord… What can he do? Same w/ the shitheads… No trouble. So tired… More later.

It posted before I was done… Oh well, y’all get the gist of what I was saying.