morbidium's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I've Got a Brand New Shadow! I've been accosted! It's happened, my worst fear has taken shape in the form of one of my neighbors! Now, for those of you who'er new to this stinking pile of crap I call a diary, or for those just too lazy to remember, I don't like people! In fact, I hate them. Not all mind you, but people in general. I'm not a socialite by any sense of that word, I'm quite anti-social actually. And social situations with strangers, quite frankly, reduce me in a quivering mess of goo. Mainly because I've got no interest in anything they'd have to say to me, under any circumstances. Not only that but every single one of my neighbors drive cars held together with duct tape and bailing wire and beat their children for fun when the crank isn't flowing right. So I walk out of my house two days ago. And the neighbor girl, who I'll call Edna, came out of her house at the same time I was walking back inside from my mailbox. I call her a girl because she's all of probably 25. She says to me: Edna:"How's your morning going?"(she has to yell it because she figures the entire neighborhood should see her befriend me, because I'm a little classier than 90% of these dumbfucks.) Me:"Fine, thank you."(I speed up my pace to practically full on bolt.) Edna:"Well, that's better than mine. My man called up last night and told me he doesn't love me as much as he used to and he wants a divorce."(I needed to know this why? I've met you like.....NEVAH!) Me:"Gosh, that sucks, I'm sorry, gotta go to work now." Edna:"Yeah and I have a feeling his mother instagated it because she's not even close to a lawyer, and she typed up our divorce papers herself. I've known him for 7 years but in 2 weeks we would have been married a year. My kids think he left because they were bad, I think that's just shitty." Me:"Wow, sad, everything will work out fine. Bye."(I RUN upstairs very quickly.) So after all this what happens? I pick Mojo up from work that same night and she again accosts me at the fenceline as I park next to my building. I don't remember what she says because I'm too busy looking at her jacked up grill. Not to mention yanking my son along to get in the house away from the new shadow faster. Now I have to park in back of my building and I'll never pick up my mail again in broad daylight because she might see me. I'll have to go to the mailbox when it's dark at 1 am, dressed in all black with a ninja hood on. Yay, for me, a new shadow. 7:54 a.m. - July 30, 2004 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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