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| bleedingsun (profile) wrote, on 4-11-2005 at 12:49pm | |
| Current mood: anxious Music: Matchbook Romance Subject: Plans change |
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| I just went to the new house, it's almost finished. It's painted, carpet is in, and so is the tile and counter tops. We'll be moving in about a week, I'm pretty excited. But at the same time, I know I'll miss it here. I know that sounds crazy because this place is such a dump. I've been here for five years though, it's so familier. I'll miss all the weird things that happen daily, the things I don't even recognize as out of the ordinary anymore. Perfect Example: Yesterday, a guy wearing bright red shorts, with no shoes or shirt on, was pulling a wagon down the road with another guy in it. The back wheel of the wagon busted off and the guy riding in it fell out. The other guy pulled it for another 5 feet before realizing what happened. He turned around, picked up the wheel and threw it in the wagon and then continued dragging it. The other guy just followed. I saw that as perfectly normal, I thought nothing of it. I doubt I'll see anything like that in Deer Run Estates. All the retarded little kids that don't move for cars, the hundreds of cats my mom feeds, the weird neighbors that you aren't sure if they kill people or not, the ones that you're sure kill people, the drunks, the crack whores, the retired crack whores, the soon to be crack whores, the drug dealing, the wanna-be gang banger bitch kids, the yelling back and forth four houses down the road...it's all home. It's amazing that I'm sort of normal, that I've not been corrupted by this environment. Maybe I have been, and I just don't realize it. I've learned a lot here, but, it's time to leave. |
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egotrip | 04-11-05 1:56pm I could never imagine moving out of my home. I've lived here for almost sixteen years. I can't stand my house. It's small. And my neighbors are annoying. One of the sons is gay. Literally. And he doesn't even know it yet. Hell, we have a retarded man that likes to walk up our road butt-naked every year. Old people try to escape the nursing home. I have a crazy farmer who wears his long-johns outside who likes young girls and asks where his kiss is everytime he sees me. He's really creepy.
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rorin | 04-12-05 1:15am New house?
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