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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: 2007-04-26 02:11 am (UTC)