It wasn't me. You can't prove anything.


2007-06-13

Home?

I never thought I would own a house where I walk around the last corner on the long, hot walk home and hope the place had burned to the ground while no one was home. I hate this house. I don't like the neighborhood. I don't like the things around the neighborhood (bar across the street). The bog bordering our property. The fish place across the streets stinks to high heaven on hot days. Hell, on cold days too. We paid too much. We are upside down in the house and the car now. I suppose we always will be. I even waited until I cooled off after the walk to write this. I'm still upset.

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