Remember that deal that Sheridan wanted to know if I wanted in on
? He closed it with RE Mike
and it was just reported in the NY Post
. I'm super happy for him but...damn, damn, damn, damn, damn.
It's the third deal that Sheridian and I didn't do together. The first, I made bank but he missed; the second we both missed. This one? $15.85 million. Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn.
Hate being this poor. Hate always worrying about scratch. Was about to have a pity party when I read that Ruslana Korshunova
jumped outta her Manhattan building in a suicide
. Stopped me cold. She was wealthy, beautiful, successful...and 20. That's a child.
What troubles would be so big at 20 that you'd swan dive off a 9th floor building when, externally, you got it all? I dunno. Hate suicide stories.
Something's always waiting round the corner
. True, sometimes it's fail
, but sometimes it's win
. Regardless, you hope and you hope. Cause, statistically speaking, 10 outta 10 of us are gonna get our tickets punched - so why'd you ever wanna rush the matter? It'll come sooner than you know it.
Admittedly, it's hard to go from caviar and crackers to just crackers. But really, I got no complaints; don't have enough fingers to count all my blessings.
Plus, when a girlie says she wants to spend some time these days, I'm (fairly
) confident she does it for the company.
I mean, she's certainly not doing it for the crackers, yeah?800.SUICIDE / 800.784.2433
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