Fuck the Fucking Fucker
Well, that was fun while it lasted.
The buyer brought a decorator to the condo yesterday. No idea what they said, but today he decided to back out of the contract. So, my house is not sold. And now it's missing furniture, full of boxes, and all of the pictures are off the walls.
And someone, either the buyer or decorator, left a soda on my counter and the cats knocked it over. So now I have a giant Diet Dr. Pepper stain on my living room carpet.
Now I have to worry again about the place not selling, with the added worry of the fact that the place currently looks like crap. And the knowledge of just how much it's going to cost me to move myself and my cats to the UK.
I hate my life.
Comments
that sucks big hairy donkey balls! i'm so sorry! big hugs coming your way.
Posted by: minnie | September 13, 2006 12:38 PM
Oh man, that makes me angry. Can you get the stain out?
Posted by: Becktile | September 13, 2006 01:27 PM
I will come and kick ass. How about the weekend of the 23rd? Or, I could just come down, say how much you're the wind beneath my wings, and help you not focus on the evil f**k who screwed you over. Let me know if that will work for you :-) I heart you!
Posted by: Bax | September 13, 2006 09:38 PM
Make sure you let your realtor know so he can track down the realtor that let the f**ker and decorator in the house! He can pay to have your carpets cleaned for the real buyer!
Posted by: Steff | September 14, 2006 09:25 AM
Do not hate your life. It is all going to work out. But I'm so sorry that it sucks so badly while being en route to the whole "working out" part of the equation. Also? Seriously? Get those fuckwads to pay for your carpet cleaning. Because that's just wrong.
Posted by: PaintingChef | September 14, 2006 10:36 AM