Housing market=not so good for TD

It is a theory of mine that Tom Delonge’s interests are getting hit hard. I am not saying this cause I in any way, wish it to be the case, or because I have a so called “beef” with Tom. I am simply looking at the facts.Tom Delonge has been a big fan of buying real Estate apparently. He buys a house, has his wife “fancy up the display” and sells it for profit. However, it may not have been his wife’s talents (or lack there of) that has been allowing him to make profit. It might quite simply be the housing market itself, which saw a huge spike prior to the whole sub-prime debacle. A house that was worth $90,000 in 1999 was worth $250,000 in 2005. That my friends is a good investment and one Tom was able to take full advantage of since he Fell into Millions of dollars after his success with Blink 182.

But now that market has caught up with Tom. He bought his current house for a $5.5 million in 2005 (with the tour money he made in 2004 I am sure) and has attempted to sell it for $6.25 this past year. However with the housing slump it appears that Tom’s house is now only worth about $4.2 million. Ouch! Not such a good investment afterall.

Pehaps if Tom sells more Modlife subscriptions he will be able to cover the lose. So all you kiddies out there be sure to sign up. Tom Delonge really wants your money!

 

 

 

 

 

Saladmaster.com

So tonight some dude from saladmaster came and cooked a free dinner for me and my friends on this “exclusive” cookware. Fucking great food. I mean honestly. We thought it was a good deal until he started going into a sales pitch for like 2 hours on how great the stuff was. I felt like I was in an commercial. We all showed no interest, but he kept right on going and would not get the fuck out.

Then he pulls out a pricelist. $400 for a fucking pot? $5000 for a set. We just laughted at him. Then he starts telling us we are all going to die by age 40 if we don’t buy his shit. When it finally sunk in to his thick skull that we weren’t going to buy his overpriced pots and pans; that we just wanted a free dinner……… he fucking flipped.

“I am trying to win a cruise” “I got a wife and kid at home”. He got hysterical. Started shouting and becoming very nasty

My friend finally had to tell him to leave or we would call the police. So he gathered up his shit and walked out. My friend is filing a complaint with the company.

Guess that good dinner wasn’t so “free” afterall.

Still, I had my laugh for the night. Off to bed.

Oliver=1 NYC=0

I stole that line from the Simpsons. But it applies to me as well. Homer’s fear of NYC is very similar to the fear I have had of NYC all my life. A few weeks ago (Feb 29th) was my second trip to the city alone. However, it was my first trip alone where I was not afraid in some way. I bet some might wonder exactly why I was afraid of NYC for so long………

 My Dad has phobias. He is afraid of flying, swimming, and afraid to travel to cities. I really don’t know why. My dad is not some wimp, but it’s always been that way. Of course as a kid it rubbed off on me. For as long I remember he instilled in me that NYC was a horrible place where very bad things can, and generally will happen to you (perhaps death?). I had never been there, but I would see pictures on the news and my dad would point and say “That is a bad place”.

  I will never forget the time when I was 8 years old and we were dropping my mom off at Newark airport. We took a wrong turn or something and ended up heading directly towards the city. My dad was flipping out, which of course made me flip out, only being 8 years old. Watching the World Trade Center get closer and closer, I was somehow resigned to the fate that we were going to die, at least that’s what my dad kept saying as our car continued to head in the wrong direction. We managed to stop at a gas station just before the tunnel and ask some guy how to get back to the NJ Tunrpike. The man had a stange look on his face as he peered in the car. Perhaps it was cause my dad was in a panic and I was in tears. But he gave us good directions and we made it back. “We are saved” as my dad put it.

 But it’s not just NYC. In 2004 when we were coming home from North Carolina we took a wrong turn on I-95 (damn construction) and we ended up in Washington DC. My Dad had a panic attack and my mom had to drive the car. The rest of the day he was like a zombie.

I know it is really strange, but it’s how it was.

As I got older, I got more educated. I took more trips to the city, with others, and eventually by myself.  I was expecting them to freakout like my dad did, but they were totally calm. I found out the truth, and nothing my dad could say anymore would change my mind. Sure, NYC has crime, just like any place. But no sense in living in fear cause of it.

 Sorry Dad, I no longer share your unfounded fears. You can still try to tell me I am going to get killed there, but I ignore you. NYC does not scare me anymore.

This girl in my Office

There is this really hot girl in my office who is 22 years old and is the biggest flirt I have ever seen. Just how she talks to all the guys, how she is always touchy/feely…etc. When she comes over to me desk to talk she sits on the desk within 2 inches from me. Now if a hot 22 year old is sitting on my desk, I am sorry, but my mind isn’t going to be thinking work related thoughts.

Anyway, at one point she got so flirtations and dropped so many hints, that I though maybe we could go out, or at least I could do something with her. But over the past 6 months it has become quite obvious that it won’t happen. This girl just likes to have every guys dick at attention when she walks in the room.

So you know what, as of last week, I am done with it. I am not going to sit there and play this stupid game of “sexual tension” with her in a work related environment when nothing is going to happen.

I told the other guy interns this, and they are like “Why not?, are you gay?”. NO!  It just gets stupid after awhile. It’s like a tease.  What is the point? It’s like being hungry and staring at your favorite meal when there is no chance you will ever get to eat it. Fuck that.

Why do all the people I admire let me down?

So I guess everyone knows all about my issue with Tom Delonge. Why repeat that and get angry again.

Anyway tonight I went to a historical presentation on events that took place on the Jersey shore. I love local history, and the guy who gave the presentation wrote a book on president James Garfield’s death in New Jersey. All day, I was so excited to meet him. He is no celebrity in the real world, but to me he is. He just knows so much about local history. He has made a lot of money off book deals about history and lives in a mansion on the Jersey shore. This is like the guy I want to be. So I walk up to him and he is setting up for the presentation. Here is how the conversation went.

 Me: Hey Nice to meet you, my name is James.

Him: Oh

Me: I read your book on James Garfield. It was so good. I wish I could have made it to your book signing.

Him: (In a low uninterested voice) great, thanks.

Me: um, o-k. Nice to meet you.

Then 5 seconds later someone else walks up to him and introduces themselves and he is all happy like “HEY! GLAD YOU COULD MAKE IT. THANKS FOR COMING!!” and they talk for like 10 minutes.<——-I bet that person was rich like him.

Like what the fuck? Seriously why does everyone I admire let me down. Yet another piece of shit. Man I am really starting to think all rich people are jerkoffs. I swear to god. I have yet to run into a rich person who doesn’t think their not better then you in some way.

So fuck it.

Then a guy my mom works with shows up. I was shocked to see him there. He was so friendly to me. Like I don’t know him, he saw me like once, and he is introducing me to his wife and his mother, and we are talking. And wouldn’t you know……he isn’t rich. Hmmmmm. Coincedence?

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