Out of 3 you are suppose to have a turd and my last one was ( and is ) a turd. He actually yelled at me because I didn't put the gallon of water correctly on the dinning room table. EXACTLY the way he wanted it. He also demands that you wash your hands upon entering his abode. I wear gloves when I go his ghetto ass place from the door handles outside to the elevator buttons to his door itself. When I come in I take off my gloves and throw them a way. Here he is soooooo worried about my hands yet he has roaches allllll over his kitchen. They came out of his toaster oven when he wanted his toast - toasted - just so. You know those things don't die when the toaster oven is on? I am not kidding you. They don't crisp up or anything - they just walk on out of there singin "It's gettin hot in here" and keep going. What a dick. Thankfully he is not on my regular schedule so no more Mr. Asshole thankyouverymuch. He said mayby I will see you again - I said - No. O.K. enough biatching.
O! Good news! I gots peoples who want my house. I am not getting my hopes up whatsoever. Live n learn on the past. If not it comes back around and round till you do. So I signed all the papers tonight via my phone ~ isn't techno amazing? Yep. All 15 papers in 4 seconds flat. Well not really but close to that give or take all the hiccups that happened while doing it. Shrink everything down tiny and tap a way. The realitor will call me on tues. and let me know what is up.
Slowly getting myself back emotionally. For a while there I felt like I lost a family member. No kidding. Mayby just the sudden of it all or the actual suicide itself that hurt me. Either way it hurt my heart pretty hard. My heart goes out to his kids and wife.
Gots to go get a shower and then chill out with some ice cream. Ice cream makes everything better.
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