i forgot how much i hate work...

so i'm trying to sell my finance text book on tusbe.com, a site where you can post your used books to sell.  yesterday, i got an email from this guy saying, and i quote, "i need the book. where do you live?" ... and that's its. no more...haha. this other guy lowballed like a major homo...$40 below my asking price.  i cordially told him to fuck off.

and when did mase become gangster again? apparently he's back to being "murda mase", cursing and rapping about sticking guns in ppl's mouths in "300 shots". it must be that g-unit factor. i'm surprised no one is making a big deal out of the fact that he's a reverend. can you imagine some random guy confessing his sins to murda mase?

CONFESSOR: i confess to the lord my god and before you, reverend father, all my countless sins. i have sinned by anger, bitch-slapping my baby mama. i beg for forgiveness. she was sleeping with another man behind my back, and now i'm afraid. i have been overcome with sinful notions of hurting this other man. father, what should i do?
REVEREND MA$E: murk that n*gga.