Never got back to ya’ll. Stress, too much work, and oh more work. Moving out between tomorrow and Monday. I’m excited I guess, tons of stress and worries will go with it, but I believe it is worth it.
Only problem is I won’t have internet for a few because they haven’t laid the cable wires down yet. Guess I could get dial up but I would want to shoot myself if I did that. If I’m not too stressed at work I’ll post there sometime between now and then. Post pix of the house and all.
Things in the past week have become nuts. Landlords and renting can be a pure nightmare.
Kris and I found a house in West Columbia that we are very interested in, just the next step is trying to get out of my lease. First I’m going to play the unsafe card. Saying there are two females there and we have been broken into, random people come through our backyard at 3 am, and we just aren’t safe. I’ll forfeit my deposits, and do anything in my means to help them find another tenant. Including paying for ads to be posted, and signs to be bought. I dont want to leave them hanging, but I also don’t want to be in danger.
If that doesn’t work, I’ll have to write a formal letter of all that is wrong with the house that needs to be fixed. They will have two weeks to fix everything, if not I can break my lease. Only problem is I dont want to get into the month of March and have to pay that month’s rent.
I’ll let you guys know how things go at lunch.
Ramsey and Rubi slept with me last night.. Ramsey pooped TWICE in my room. One of them being in my underwear drawer 
Off of that poop story Andrew and I at sushi last night decided on our next hobby. We registered “storytimewithmyass.com” It will be a story based site, that has columns, and sent in stories of anything containing your arse. That would be poops, farts, etc etc. I always have good fart stories, so that will be my basis. My mom already said she write on it, and so did my buddy Ken. I’m excited, no matter how dumb, it will atleast be entertainment for myself. 
On a better sounding note. You can now buy iTune Giftcards at Target. Love someone and don’t know what to buy them? Don’t know what kind of music they like, or even if they’ll like the whole $15 dollar cd? Why not put that $15 on a card so they can pick out their own 15 songs? More info here. I strongly push that if anyone has a desire to buy me anything, this would be a awesome gift, and I’ll even give you an address to send the cards to.
Drunken facts::
Things that bother me::
-some co-workers that have their heads stuck so far up their a-hole that they dont know life if it slapped them
-stuck up customers that think we need to kiss their shoes because they bought a overly priced bike from us that normally we dont even sell.
-dirty houses
-tons of laundry
-pee-pee dogs
-parents so far away
-missing people
-college educated morons
Things that I like:
-corona
-the fact i can get free budweiser/corona products free now
-my friends
-my new single speed
-clean houses
-surround sound
-sushi with friends
-clean clothes
-the new Mario Kart Double Dash
-postcards from bestfriends
-less than a month till i see one of my closest friends
Awesome post on Ridemonkey today:
THE GEOGRAPHY OF A WOMAN
Between 18 and 20 a woman is like Africa, half discovered, half wild, naturally beautiful with fertile deltas.
Between 21 and 30 a woman is like America, well developed and open to trade especially for someone with cash.
Between 31 and 35 she is like India, very hot, relaxed and convinced of her own beauty.
Between 36 and 40 a woman is like France. Gently aging but still a warm and desirable place to visit.
Between 41 and 50 she is like Yugoslavia, lost the war – haunted by past mistakes. Massive reconstruction is now necessary.
Between 51 and 60, she is like Russia, very wide and borders are unpatrolled. The frigid climate keeps people away.
Between 61 and 70, a woman is like Mongolia, with a glorious and all conquering past but alas, no future.
After 70, they become Afghanistan. Almost everyone knows where it is, but no one wants to go there.
THE GEOGRAPHY OF A MAN
Between 15 and 70 a man is like Iraq – ruled by a dick