This weekend saw a huge change of scenery for me. Josh and I moved from our cozy comfortable home in Footsville, so a larger, less stylish abode a stones throw away from Cracktown. The previous tenants having been evicted--they sold crack, didn't pay rent, and were involved in a police raid that ruined several parts of the house (namely doors and drywall)--and later shot outside of a Moxies ("supposed" gang hit (as if this warrents any speculation....) Also, I doubt any romanian gangs were involved, in case Marcy was wondering) So after all of this, the house was left in the hands of the insurance company to fix up.
Needless to say they didn't do the best of jobs. The house reaks of linolium and latex paint, and the cupboards were full of mice feces (until I cleaned them last night with the help of Josh's unbeleivably nice Mom)
So I'm afraid of being shot, and I don't like being home alone, so I've been spending a fair amount of time in the basement. At least we can steal a strong internet connect. Suh-weet.
Monday, February 11, 2008
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