Currently listening to: Billy Joel, "My Life"
Disappointed. After talking to a home loan officer, found out my credit score isn't good enough for them to even bother with me... At least, until I pulled my own credit and found that my score doesn't match theirs. By twenty points.
And they have no idea why.
Which means that I have about 10 days to figure it out and get it fixed or I'll get another ding when they pull my score again.
Which, in retrospect, seems like a downward spiral to me.
Fortunately, nothing keeps me seriously down anymore for long. Add to that I got laid, and that generally makes everything a little brighter. I suggest it to anyone having a bad day. Well, as long as it's good sex, and not that crappy stuff you get when you're - #1 married, of #2 - spending less than a half hour at it.
On the other down note for the day, it looks like Heather's going to have to work Sunday, and that's disappointing, because we were going to meet Emily. I'm really looking forward to that, even if it's not going to happen this coming weekend. And it's a shame.
At any rate, it's about bedtime, so I have to stop talking to a hot cool person about another hot cool person, and go read.
Bleh.
Blarg.
Disappointed. After talking to a home loan officer, found out my credit score isn't good enough for them to even bother with me... At least, until I pulled my own credit and found that my score doesn't match theirs. By twenty points.
And they have no idea why.
Which means that I have about 10 days to figure it out and get it fixed or I'll get another ding when they pull my score again.
Which, in retrospect, seems like a downward spiral to me.
Fortunately, nothing keeps me seriously down anymore for long. Add to that I got laid, and that generally makes everything a little brighter. I suggest it to anyone having a bad day. Well, as long as it's good sex, and not that crappy stuff you get when you're - #1 married, of #2 - spending less than a half hour at it.
On the other down note for the day, it looks like Heather's going to have to work Sunday, and that's disappointing, because we were going to meet Emily. I'm really looking forward to that, even if it's not going to happen this coming weekend. And it's a shame.
At any rate, it's about bedtime, so I have to stop talking to a hot cool person about another hot cool person, and go read.
Bleh.
Blarg.
Ok, well, I switched my shift for tomorrow. I'm working at 11:30 instead of 3:45, and then I'll get to go see my sister.
Also, I think I'm picking up a morning shift for Sunday. I know you wanted to meet Emily, sorry
So, sorry, maybe next week.
I shouldn't have to convince her that rats are better than mice, everyone should know that
Getting laid does make everything brighter
So, anyways... I'll see you tomorrow hot stuff.