I live in rural Illinois now. I'm selling my house, so I've got a bunch of fatasses walking through my place every day. Stupid fucking fatasses.
You should paint over that so it's easier to sell...it looks cool, though.. I hated all the people coming to look at my old house when we were selling it...my mom had a yard sale and it rained, so we had to bring it all inside, and the people were just walking all through my room and stuff, asking if they could buy things off my shelves... I just locked my door and cried.... really loud so they could hear me and feel bad...
Whenever the builders finish putting together my townhouse, I'm moving to Darien, IL- which is a western suburb of Chicago. ________________