Alien on my property.

I got a message from my agent today informing me of the new information forming. I will have no days off until 2o3o, the property is being cleaned and the intruder has been evacuated. We might make a lowball offer in a week. Danger alert: the house is next door to a Mexican mercado/carniciera/panaderia/marisco. Damn.

Acher Age.

I just stumbled upon a dream. Half acre lot with small house way back on the property. Loads of space, horses on the block, near elementary school and Thai Buddhist prayer compound. Shade trees and water well. All for under $100k. Well all my dreams are nightmarish.

My next home.

I have been through so much in the past 5 years that I would lay claim to being a new being. In that now I suffer from chronic nervitis, have lost a great percentage of my closest friends and have a new je ne' cest quois about me, I am different, improved. The true measure is calibrated when my next setbof friends serve as my sounding board and advice council.

Pie Whole.

Well its Pi day again already.  Today I start buying my PIEce of the pie. I hope. I need to get over to the lending agent with my paperwork so he can tell me whats next. I have had to put spending on hold in order to give the appearance of savings discipline. I can prove a sufficient income, if they accept that a big part of my flow is cash cow tipping. I have living like a pauper so that I can build my brand for the people. Sometimes PIEty is love.