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The End of Irresponsibility Lad
Jul. 1st, 2011 01:54 amRight then.
Disregard any notices or rumors about me moping about saying, "Oh, I am not going to get my house. The deal is dead because of the damn sewer line." This thing is on due to the seller agreeing to fix the problems. All of them. So now I am a home owner and all that implies. Like being a responsible adult. So I suppose that I can no longer be known as Irresponsibility Lad and so I shall need a new nom de cape. Besides Irresponsibility Lad sounds too much like a hero's name and everyone knows that I am a villain at heart.
There are lots of fun things to distract me like trying to decide what sort of trees to plant, but since that will not happen until spring really I ought to be paying more attention to moving issues and how to arrange my furniture instead of dreaming of cedar and apple trees.
I do fully intend to live in this house for the next 30-40 years with my end coming there either being carried out quietly or in a blaze of gunfire and the classy, "You will never take me alive coppers!" But, of course, even the villains of the piece still need to have home owner's insurance and kowtow to the bank. At least until my mind controlling ale reaches the market, bwahahahah!
So what is my new name?
Disregard any notices or rumors about me moping about saying, "Oh, I am not going to get my house. The deal is dead because of the damn sewer line." This thing is on due to the seller agreeing to fix the problems. All of them. So now I am a home owner and all that implies. Like being a responsible adult. So I suppose that I can no longer be known as Irresponsibility Lad and so I shall need a new nom de cape. Besides Irresponsibility Lad sounds too much like a hero's name and everyone knows that I am a villain at heart.
There are lots of fun things to distract me like trying to decide what sort of trees to plant, but since that will not happen until spring really I ought to be paying more attention to moving issues and how to arrange my furniture instead of dreaming of cedar and apple trees.
I do fully intend to live in this house for the next 30-40 years with my end coming there either being carried out quietly or in a blaze of gunfire and the classy, "You will never take me alive coppers!" But, of course, even the villains of the piece still need to have home owner's insurance and kowtow to the bank. At least until my mind controlling ale reaches the market, bwahahahah!
So what is my new name?