I hate dealing with banks. And mortgage officers. And loan information assistants. I hate calling for one simple fricking number in order to get the sale of a piece of property off the ground because I know it will take twenty minutes and they refuse to clarify their meaningless jargon and the number isn't toll free and I might as well fax them a personal DNA report before they will tell me one. simple. fricking. number.
I can't decide whether I would rather watch The Boondock Saints or Fight Club tonight.
Wednesday, August 05, 2009
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Stay up late. Watch both.
Iiiii kind of love that idea.
Game on.
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