! trANNsformation BaBy !

Yeah, I’ve finally figured out that my agent is really disinterested in my desire to find a home. Let’s see, I didn’t come to this conclusion lightly.

I called her on Monday to introduce myself and inquire into whether she would be able to assist me in one of the most major events in my life. ‘Yes!’ she cried, ‘I can definitely help you find a wonderful home’. Uh huh - she said she’d e-mail me but Friday rolled on and I hadn’t heard a word from her. I called her and she seemed a bit dismayed at my reluctance to consider a condo (HOA fees) but said that she’d e-mail me something.

Here we are on Saturday night and NOTHING. I have already set up viewings of 4 houses tomorrow - it was a pain in the ass but I did it. This is clearly HER job. She’s not getting a dime from me - I’m going to go ahead and look for someone else. Someone who is interested…. I know 315,000 isn’t a whole lot of money here in the bay area - but it’s still something to me. A kind, ‘I have too many clients right now - I’m afraid I won’t be able to help you.’ Would suffice but hell no. Just string me a long and have me chasing you.

Next week I start looking for someone else. Hopefully I’ll find someone good….

Today I did laundry, put it away and really watched my food intake. I even managed to pick up a little around here because I’ve been doing quite well (if I say so myself) on maintenance.

My poor bike bit the dust yesterday - I finally got around to dragging it to a bike shop and got the bad news. Oh well. *Like that relationship - I got NOTHING out of it It was a gift from my ex so I guess it’s fitting that it’s now in a recycle garbage heap. Oh well. I was hoping to use it as an alternative form of exercise. Now I get to wonder if I want to buy a new bike. I know I could get one for fairly reasonable. I doubt I’ll do anything about it right this minute - but Labor Day is coming around and sales might be good.

Tonight I was supposed to go with co-dependent to her new digs (ocean view shack) and help to bless her place but she’s waiting for p.o.s. (piece of shit boyfriend) to get home from his condiment showcase job at a grocery chain. I let her know that if he’s negative that he needs to be excluded from the activity because the whole point is to clear the space of negativity. Not introduce anger to the new place. So she’s going to call me after he gets home…. should be interesting. I’ll tell you what will make it a nice place - the absence of an alcoholic lazy ass barely working p.o.s.

Yep, sometimes the truth hurts.

Seems that LA had her asshole lasered yesterday. I had to laugh at that bullshit. She thinks she’s some kind of porn star now and has spent nearly 600.00 on ridding herself of her pubic hair. She doesn’t realize that as we age, it’ll drop off but hell - it’s her money. Must be nice to live at home and not pay rent. She’s also going to have her tiny moles removed, a botox treatment all over her face and she mentioned something about having her face threaded.

Dang - now that’s pretty crazy for a 33 year old ok? Good grief. I’m actually overdue for my botox shot on the ole crowsfeet but for some reason it’s just not a priority right now.

Meanwhile, I’m getting fatter and that’s BAD. So I’m starting to crack down on myself and this need to eat everything in sight.

Challenging - definitely.