Bookmaster B

My goddamn rock solid ghetto shiznit name is Bookmaster B.
What's yours?
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That is actually my husbands rock solid ghetto shiznit name, his was far cooler than mine...so I stole it..so there. Sheesh...its been raining the last few days here, could be worse, could be snowing...still it puts our work on the back deck of these people's house on hold til we get a run of a few good days, they want us to put in a bid to do the varnishing on all of their interior windows..Yippie..rent money...its all im living for at the moment, that and chocolate eggs..I put in a bid today to a woman in Hudson, to paint a small bedroom, office and a hallway...and we worked a few old leads from last fall to see if they are still intrested in having us stain their houses..I hope so..cause Tom has to fly back to Cali-one last time-or so his P.O. is saying to sign the transfer papers to here..and he has to be there...so that is three days not here, and the expense of having purchase plane tickets again..and Sun Country's ticket prices have gone up and they make you stop over in San Diego...its bad enough the only flight coming back to Minneapolis is at quarter to twelve at night...that is fun, either finding a ride for him or having to go and get him...

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♦ French Toast Assassin is hungry.

♦ French Toast Assassin is tired.

♦ French Toast Assassin is watching 'The grapes of Wrath'..again...cause Tom loves depressing shit on telly.