Another day older
Jul. 12th, 2003 03:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
serafina20and $58.42 richer. Not that I'm complaining, because, dude, I got paid for stuff that wasn't even mine. But no one bought my desks! I was selling it for 15 dollars, and I was willign to go down to 10. It's a nice desk, 1 year old. Very nice. I had one bite. And the guy wanted it for seven because he said it'd be too much work to put together. So we offered to deliever it to his house for free, only he had to pay us the ten bucks for the desk.
He left. Said to call him if we hadn't sold it by the evening. We took it to the Salvation army.
*sigh*
I have the horrible feeling you get when you want to write, you need to write, and, for some reason, you just can't bring yourself to do it. Why is that?
He left. Said to call him if we hadn't sold it by the evening. We took it to the Salvation army.
*sigh*
I have the horrible feeling you get when you want to write, you need to write, and, for some reason, you just can't bring yourself to do it. Why is that?
