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Apr. 21st, 2007 08:29 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
skoosiepants* I am up way too early on a Saturday. Brownstone and I are traveling to Delaware to get her fitted for her bridesmaid dress. Yay!! We're getting it done early 'cause my sister-in-law to be is in Atlanta, and we have to bring her dress with us when we go down for my brother's wedding in September. It's a busy year for my mom :) She's, like, sparkling she's so happy.
* We are close to having an all-out war with our neighbors. Now the ones that used to like us hate us. This old dude called J a 'piece of shit' for tossing 'trash' in the alley by our house. Moose was choking on a twig and J pulled it out of his mouth and then put in on the other side of our fence - on our grass still. Trash? J listened calmly while the fucker yelled at him for littering and how we don't live 'in the ghetto' - seriously? - and then J, who has a bit of a nasty temper, told him to 'go fuck himself' and if he ever came near him again he'd 'fucking kill him' and this dude is like 90, so I find that strangely hilarious. We haven't seen him since. I'd be upset if we were a) staying here for life, or b) if he hadn't actually called J a piece of shit, because manners much? What did we ever do to you? Well, besides the whole Moose crippling his wife thing - which was not as funny as it sounds - except that was like, what, almost two years ago? And he's always liked us before. I think the neighbors that have always hated us have been telling tales. Maybe they think he beats me or something? I'm always screaming/laughing, because J likes to pretend his fingers are leeches or otter-paws or something and he attacks me with them, which, okay, makes us REALLY WEIRD, but, dudes, you already knew that. The point is, we're LOUD. I know that. We should not be in this neighborhood, but until we buy our farm or whatever, compound for the zoo, we're stuck.
I'm up early and RAMBLING. Okay, I gotta get dressed and go. I'm aiming towards doing some spring cleaning today, but I'll be on later.
* We are close to having an all-out war with our neighbors. Now the ones that used to like us hate us. This old dude called J a 'piece of shit' for tossing 'trash' in the alley by our house. Moose was choking on a twig and J pulled it out of his mouth and then put in on the other side of our fence - on our grass still. Trash? J listened calmly while the fucker yelled at him for littering and how we don't live 'in the ghetto' - seriously? - and then J, who has a bit of a nasty temper, told him to 'go fuck himself' and if he ever came near him again he'd 'fucking kill him' and this dude is like 90, so I find that strangely hilarious. We haven't seen him since. I'd be upset if we were a) staying here for life, or b) if he hadn't actually called J a piece of shit, because manners much? What did we ever do to you? Well, besides the whole Moose crippling his wife thing - which was not as funny as it sounds - except that was like, what, almost two years ago? And he's always liked us before. I think the neighbors that have always hated us have been telling tales. Maybe they think he beats me or something? I'm always screaming/laughing, because J likes to pretend his fingers are leeches or otter-paws or something and he attacks me with them, which, okay, makes us REALLY WEIRD, but, dudes, you already knew that. The point is, we're LOUD. I know that. We should not be in this neighborhood, but until we buy our farm or whatever, compound for the zoo, we're stuck.
I'm up early and RAMBLING. Okay, I gotta get dressed and go. I'm aiming towards doing some spring cleaning today, but I'll be on later.
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Date: 2007-04-21 01:09 pm (UTC)Man, that was two years ago?! It feels like it just happened, like, last summer or...well, more recently, anyway...
Anyway, I'm sorry your neighbors are pieces of shit. Which they are. 'Cause totally you're rubber and they're glue and whatever they say bounces off of you and sticks to them. Buttheads.
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Date: 2007-04-22 11:26 am (UTC)I can't wait to get out of here! They are lousy pieces of shit *nods*