The difference between approval and preapproval is a bitch

Been a fucked up day in the world of John. J.W.'s world hasn't been much better...

A house? Yes. Wait...no. You see the difference between you and me (maybe) is that I tend to never loose sight of the worst case scinero. When it's been a road I've gone down before I tend to see things a little more and a little clearer. Anyway I've been pre approved for this and that for quite some time through a couple different places. But then when it comes time to play ball, no one shows up but me. This time, it is no different. In fact to quote the realitor "You better start packing." My reply? "I've learned there is a big difference between being pre approved and approved. So no offense, but I'll wait before I pack." Good thing. Made the call to the bank this morning. Apparently no one knows why I get this nice pre approved status and when it comes time to get the cash, its a no go. So for now and for some time to come, I'm not looking for a house. I'm tired of this bullshit parade.

Works still going well. I can't complain. Seems like before I know it it's lunch time, then it's time to go home. I love going home.

When I was younger I use to work on the farm in the summer detasseling corn. It was nothing special, it kept gas in the tank of the car and the insurance paid. Well anyway one summer a kid some how got his foot caught in the wheel on a tractor wagon. Broke his foot and fell hard off the wagon. He was alright. I recently took a spill off a wagon of sorts. I didn't break a bone or anything. In fact I feel quite alright. My friend Mary has come back to town. In fact, she's shacked up w/ us for a while. We enjoy her company! Don't hate Mary, she's a good kid. If you don't get too much of her. I really should dedicate a whole entry to this and my feelings about it...

I have too much shit in my head right now crashing off of every other god damn thing up there so I'm wrapping this up.

Later.

I love you Julie.