Flip This Wholesaler

Well, let's see, the deal w the mortgage guys looks like it is crashing and burning. I don't really feel like getting into the details, but I don't think it's going to happen. Shocking, I know.

The guy I'm working the other deal with does not think we can sell the house for the price we have it at, so he is going to try and renegotiate the price using our inspection contingency. I give that about a .000000001 chance of working out.

I have a couple subject-to deals that I could possibly send the mortgage guys, but, to be honest with you, I'm beginning to think they are full of shit. I mean, they tell me to bring them high end deals at 70% of the appraised value and they will buy them. I have now brought them 2 on a friggin silver platter and they couldn't close on them. WTF? I think they want to be able to cherry pick the deals. Like, "Oh wow, look here, Stephani brought us this deal that we can get for 2 cents on the dollar and it needs no work at all, but, did you see the color of the tile in the bathroom? I don't like it. I really wanted blue tile in the bathroom not beige. Also, that tree out front is sort of shaped like a monster and little Johnny doesn't like monsters, so I think we will pass on this 2 cents on the dollar deal. I'm sure Stephani can find another one. She has a good deal tree in her backyard, I'm sure she can just go pick us another one." Bastards. Excuse my language today, I am incredibly pissed off. I was upset about it and spent most of the night last night crying and drinking myself into a coma, but that didn't really get me anywhere except hungover, so now I'm just pissed. Actually, I feel like ripping someone's head off right now. I wish I could get a hold of Michael Vick and beat the shit out of him.

So, I came up with this fantastic idea yesterday while I was torturing myself in the gym. It's a reality show called "Flip This Wholesaler." It's about this girl who quits her job as a bartender to pursue her dreams of becoming a wholesaler. In a nutshell, everything blows up in her face for about 1 year, and then in the end she ends up in a padded cell rocking back and forth while furiously punching numbers into her calculator trying to compute ARVs and MAOs. What do you think? Anyone have any Hollywood connections?

I think I am just going to go get a job at Hooters or something. Serve chicken wings to perverts for the rest of my life.