Thursday, July 22, 2010
Shit SB Says in Comments to Her Dear Friend Jeannie
I am looking at a house on Saturday. One of the reasons I don't like where I'm at, is that I am in half a double with houses very close (way TOO CLOSE) on either side. Every time I go out to walk to the damn mailbox or pick up dog poop, some sonofabitch wants to wave (then I have to smile, when I'd really like to bare my teeth), say hello, or EVEN WORSE, converse. Fuck that shit.
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9 comments:
Amen sister!
I love you so much. You should move next door so we can just tell each other to fuck off. Wouldn't that feel good?
We all need a home sanctuary. Hope you find one that suits. And where the kitties will be happy, of course.
Jeannie,
There is no neighbour I'd rather have, love. We'd have a grand ol' time.
Mwa.
Thanks, dear Kathleen!
When I go out to get the paper or sit on the porch, I simply pretend I am invisible. It works for me.
Ms. Moon,
Laugh. Now that's not the southern way. A bitch has to wave and smile.
I think I would get on your nerves if I was your neighbor, what with my running up and down the street, trying to stay fit. Guys like that get on MY nerves and I am one of them!!
Big Mark,
You make me laugh. My boyfriend is Mr. Fitness, too.
That's why we live on 7 acres where we only have to speak to dogs and the squirrels and raccoons. Suburbia makes my skin crawl.
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