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For those of you who have grown up in a small town & just couldn't wait to leave it, and did, and felt all independent & happy in your new place... this is probably gonna bite me in the ass someday but oh well... maybe you can understand my problem. And remember, I'm a social cripple! So a classmate of mine, his girlfriend, and their kid are my newest neighbors. I hate feeling obligated to be friendly and act like i give a crap, although I haven't really made an appearance yet, but hopefully someone knows what I mean. The only apartment open now is right next to us (oh boy) and shares our big ol' porch, and rumor has it more very slight acquaintances want to move in. My memory is complete crap, so I call up a friend & ask about these people. Lucky me, they're pillheads! Oh man, this is just too cool </sarcasm>
I need a new place to live. Then I can write a nice good bye letter to my landlord thanking him for the new door we never got, the sexual assaultist neighbor, and the drug addict neighbor, not to mention the whore neighbor, and the dirty old man neighbor. Somewhere where i can take the garbage out w/out being stared down because I have bright red hair. Somewhere where I can have more kitties! And a puppy! hell yes *^_^*
I guess my little rant is over :( oh yeah, I updated my site a little. I have added two more "street" styles to the custom pants section! And I changed the ordering process a little, trying to make it a little more simple. I even wrote up a walkthrough in case someone gets confused ;) It's not all up & changed around yet, I'll finish up when I get back from Pittsburgh.
I haven't been excited about one of my birthdays in a long time, it feels a little strange. Twenty four seems like a good, mature, responsible, yet still able to goof off & dye your hair blue kinda age. We'll see how it goes :)
I must go pack & hem some pants, latas yo!
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