I'm seriously bored.
I'm not whining, just stating a fact.
I tried writing....no go.
I tried emailing some friends....no answer.
Phone....no ringy-dingy.
My cat, Buster, wants to be petted a lot since I came home....that's nice.
I actually have to work next week. At least I get paid.
Hmmmm....wonder what I'll do with the remainder of the summer? I plan on being two sizes smaller than I am now by the end of it.
I'd like to go away for the rest of the summer. It is a shame you can't rent an apartment for a month/six weeks. Then I'd find a job down "there" and not come back.
Someone was shooting off firecrackers outside of my bedroom window earlier tonight. Guess I'm lucky it wasn't a gun. I heard a gun a couple of weeks ago. Almost $850 a month (beginning next week) for the joy of living here.
I could make a list of things I want....non-material things.
I never get what I want, anyway....why bother.
Just rambling.
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I live in the sticks.
The sound of gunfire here usually means friends are about...
Not for me. For me it means that people from other cultures who shoot guns for a hang nail are out and about. I avoid going outside at night. There are some freaky people in this apartment complex.
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