But I Don't Want To Grow Up!

Holy jesus mother fucking hell of christ. What did I just do? I can't even fucking swear properly right now.

Today I had lunch with Christie, a realtor. I have a folder of probably 30 properties in Lincoln Park and Lakeview that she gave me. I just faxed one month of pay stubs, two months of bank statements, and my 2006 and 2007 tax returns to a mortgage broker.

At the end of lunch Christie asked me if I was excited. I answered yet. It's true but I'm also nervous as hell. My heart rate is double what has been and I'm short of breath.