Current mood:

excited

I don't answer my cell phone if I don't recognize the number than shows up on the caller ID. That's why God made voice mail, right? Well, I'm going to have to learn to stop doing that. My last voice mail message is from my mortgage lady, and it's sort of a vague, "You're approved for some money" kind of message. I tried calling her back immediately--okay, seven minutes after she called--but the damn bitch didn't answer any of her phone numbers!

"Why don't you answer? You were just there!! This is the number you were just at," I said. (And by "said" I mean "screamed at the phone while hopping up and down.")

However, this is the first bit of good news I've heard from the mighty mortgage gods so far, so I danced around like a retarded, hyperactive three-year-old for a few minutes. I'm impressively calm and composed right now, though.

In other exciting news, Ren season starts this weekend. I'm going to be in Atlanta for every weekend between now and June 6th, selling elf ears and fairy porn, and molesting hot underage Ren kids with my friend Paul. Ahhhh, my parents are so proud. I also get to share a tent with the sexy Bielaczyc brothers--which might turn out to be a bit of a curse if they get into any farting wars. I swear to god, I'll kill them if they stink me out of the tent...