Dear Mrsatroxi,

So here’s some funny news.

The shit-heads who bought our house?

Have it on the market already.

I would link to it, but I don’t want them back-tracking to here.

You did some cute things, shit-heads, I always wanted to put up window boxes. (Although, teal and pink in the bathroom? Come now. The eighties called, and they want their colors back!)

However, you didn’t do $50,000 worth of cute. Especially in only a month and a half. I feel really sorry for whoever buys it from you. Because we were honest about the house’s many problems. I know that you will not be honest. I know that you will lie to them and try to cheat them just like you did us. You put on some slick coats of paint, threw in some pretty plants and probably half-assed any real work, and those poor people will have some serious problems on their hands in a few months or years. I hope they have the good sense to sue you.

Have fun selling it, I hope all your past deeds come home to roost. And I hope they poop on you.

Aaugh, I have nothing to write.

Actually, that’s not true.

I have plenty to write about. I have a new house, am getting a new puppy, and I have an interesting new commute.

However.

I’m having trouble with the whole writing at work thing. Either I get in the groove of writing and then have to stop for, bah, work, or I just can’t concentrate.

However!

Should have the computer set up at home soon, and although I won’t have the benefit of high-speed anymore, I’ll at the very least have privacy.

So look out for some higher-quality posting here very soon! Should bring me up to what, mediocrity, right?

‘Prolly won’t be hearing from me for a few days.

The hubby and I and some lovely friends will be moving us (mostly) into our new house this weekend.

Please think good thoughts for our backs!

And if you want to stop by and help, we won’t turn you down. I’ll even feed you!