Sunday, December 29, 2013

Roller chick

Got to love when people come home after midnight and talk very loud in the halls. After all ther are the only important person alive.

I have to wonder is they are raised in a barn. Not to mention the drama of slamming doors at 3am and yelling at you now ex bf. then to replace him the next day. Lacking in morals I have to say.

This is why I say I will never have a quiet day. Someone has to be singing in the bath or talking to the voices. Or there has to be after bar banter and door slams. Just to keep it all interesting I guess.

Oh for the days of the mobal home park. It was always quiet there. No parties. No drunk tards. No fights. No blowing horns. No trucks docking at 2am. I miss that. I also miss everyone liking and respecting each other. Those days are lost now.

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