Oct. 5th, 2008

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Well, provided that they'll lend to you.

[Insert Lending Freeze/Bailout Rant Here]

Now would otherwise be the best time for me to apply for a mortgage so that the commune could "be movin' on up to the East Side." However, chance would have it that monies previously saved for a down payment on a house have been practically gobbled up with one roommate caught in the middle of the unemployment boom, and all because some Jack Ass had to prove that he was the man with ALL THE POWER and no brain and an even smaller penis. Can I entice some folks to create a posse to go beat the living shit out of that little fuck?

Hm, so the prediction of the experts is one year before housing hits it's final low and the markets start to realign. That's one year to save up a nest egg and get everyone back to regular employment.

Uh oh. My brain is doing that thinking thing again.
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...and I need to get over it quick.

From Revolver:

There is something about yourself that you don't know. Something that you will deny even exists, until it's too late to do anything about it. It's the only reason you get up in the morning. The only reason you suffer the shitty puss, the blood, the sweat and the tears. This is because you want people to know how good, attractive, generous, funny, wild and clever you really are. Fear or revere me, but please, think I'm special. We share an addiction. We're approval junkies. We're all in it for the slap on the back and the gold watch. The hip-hip-hoo-fuckin' rah. Look at the clever boy with the badge, polishing his trophy. Shine on you crazy diamond, because we're just monkeys wrapped in suits, begging for the approval of others.

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