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- rockygrace
- I was born in 1962; you do the math. (See also: I'm too lazy to remember to update this thing regularly.) I bought my first house in the summer of 2009; I share it with four cats and with the memories of The Runt and Little Girl, who both passed away in 2011. Rocky, the cat for whom this blog was named, passed away in 2008; I miss them all. I wish I lived somewhere where the winters weren't eight months long; other than that, life is good.
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4 comments:
Isn't HE too old for that crap?
Spill. Don't make us beg.
Oh my GOD, when I got home from work tonight and got out of the car I could hear yelling coming from their house. And a little while later, here came B., ringing my doorbell, and I thought, well, maybe he's come over to apologize for the whole fiasco Monday night which, HA, so I let him in, and then he started ranting and raving and sorely trying my patience and I was just, like, I don't get paid enough for this sh*t, and it was obvious he was in the grips of some serious mental stuff, so I grabbed my cell and went out in the garage and called 911 and the cops came and
... I'll have a big long post tomorrow, but for right now I have HAD IT with these damn neighbors. What. the. F*CK. It ain't funny anymore.
Well - it's not funny for YOU ...
But I'm sure they'll leave soon, out of shame.
Lucky. My hambeasts with the golf clubs haven't been brawling in the parking lot lately.
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