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Aug. 15th, 2003 11:47 am*Snerk* I love looking at my inbox somedays. This morning, the amusement comes from seeing the subject I peed and realizing that no, it isn't spam.
Hee. And check out Mad Poetess' little Queer Eye parody.
Friday. I'm all worked up right now. Everything's fine, if rushed on the finance end of things. I don't have to take the home buyer class next weekend, but since it's only four hours, and ends before the barbeque, I'm thinking it might be a good idea. A little like closing the Black Gate after the Ring-Bearer's gone through, but such is life.
I'm also trying to pin down my real estate agent so that we can get together and sign another billion forms (some I've already signed.) The seller is apparently iffy about having faxed-a-billion-times copies for the closing, and I'm more than happy to assuage his willies (no, not that willy) by cramping my hand a few times. The hard part is really scheduling with my real estate agent, *glares at the phone*, who isn't calling me back right now.
Hee. And check out Mad Poetess' little Queer Eye parody.
Friday. I'm all worked up right now. Everything's fine, if rushed on the finance end of things. I don't have to take the home buyer class next weekend, but since it's only four hours, and ends before the barbeque, I'm thinking it might be a good idea. A little like closing the Black Gate after the Ring-Bearer's gone through, but such is life.
I'm also trying to pin down my real estate agent so that we can get together and sign another billion forms (some I've already signed.) The seller is apparently iffy about having faxed-a-billion-times copies for the closing, and I'm more than happy to assuage his willies (no, not that willy) by cramping my hand a few times. The hard part is really scheduling with my real estate agent, *glares at the phone*, who isn't calling me back right now.
