love my fucking neighborhood

well there was a purse-snatching or something right under my window. screaming woman and sirens and noise all over the place. guy tried to run from the cops, now there's cop cars all over the neighborhood.

yeah i think its time to move.

 

at least it wasnt your purse!

 

we had an armed sexual predator who robbed and ...molested several women and couples at gunpoint, that seems to have died down now though

when i came back from out of town there was a nightstick like policemen have on my porch...still there as i am not touching it

2 more weeks and i move somewhere, even though I do actually like this neighborhood

crime is the spice of life, no ?

 

people live and die in my hood/holla

 

i don't carry a purse. makes me feel dependent upon my stuff. "ooo, I can't leave without my purse! " seriously, why do I need to carry all that crap with me, if it can't fit in my pockets?

i might be heading back to the Catskills in a couple of weeks. hope I can make it work there this time.

 

If you do move, can I come hike around in your backyard?

 

i carry a diaper bag. i am utterly dependent upon it. i'd rather people stole my children. *sarcasm*

we used to get a lotta police chases and helicopters looking for criminals (read: teenagers) racing through our honeycomb like neighborhood that i actually learned to sleep through it.

 

I hate teenagers, I hope they got the shit kicked out of them when the cops got ahold of them

 

*nods* fucking idiot assholes.

 

if you do, can I come swing in your hammock?

 

am i in a pervert frame of mind, or was that kinda sexy?

 

SHE's kinda sexy.

 

i am never sexy.

if i wasn't pagan, i'd be a nun.

 

Which brings to mind a story of Pennsic...

I was walking on the Great Eastern Highway, near the encampment of a band of Pirates and their ship, known simply as "Raven Spittle" when I happened upon a pair of nuns (or women in nun garb) reading a sign board announcing the parties of the evening. "Anything good sisters? There's a party in my tent at 10!" They shuffled off and a hand came down on my shoulder. I turned to see the captain of the Raven Spittle. "Nice job, asswipe" he said. "Those were real nuns here on a tour."

Life imitating art imitating life.

 

actually, i think i'd make a pretty sexy nun...

 

Habitually.

 

Don't make me get out the ruler!

 

Ever get lonely after vespers?

 

i'd make a really amusing nun.

 

i would not be allowed to be a nun