No one in this apartment complex works. No one. They sit around outside and because there is no smoking in their apartments, this is where they do it. The family across from me sits outside all day and smokes and texts. The lady next to me smokes and walks her wiener dog. The lady down one more smokes and takes her baby for walks. The lady next to me never comes out and I've been able to steal cherry tomatoes off her vines because of this.I'm trying to figure out what I'm doing wrong...why do I have to work to pay my bills and no one around me does? I think this kind of attitude is probably why we have such a welfare state of affairs. I think I need to move so I don't quit my job, have another child and begin smoking.
Last Friday my big adventure was to try a new Laundromat. I've decided our apartment Laundromat is a huge rip-off because they don't have a change machine and people are beginning consider restraining orders against me and my begging for quarters.So I went to the one next to WalMart, which should have been my first clue. WalMart, Tattoo Parlor, Ed's Always Cheap Tires and Beer (that's all the sign said, Beer.) The reading material consisted of Jehovah Witness Come-to-Jesus tracts and a People magazine with Princess Diana on the cover...before she died. Laundromat and bus stations have a lot in common and I'm not sure I want to keep hanging around either one (not that I've been hanging around the Greyhound Station, but it could come to that.) The kind of people who don't have their own washer and dryer at home are either over-worked Hispanic mothers, young grimy men who are seeing the United States, women whose husbands ran off with their sisters and me.
I've started looking for a house since it looks like we might be renting for a long time. No, our home in Granby has not sold and I'm trying to rack my brain with someone I might have known from my past (or my family) who could burn it down. Mike and I are plan F-he moves out here, we rent for years and years and years and finally our house does burn down, we are able to collect the insurance money for it and we can finally buy a 500 square foot bungalow.
On the good news front - the library has finally alphabetized their DVDs. I'd like to think it had something to do with the note that I stuck in the suggestion box that said "What kind of a library doesn't alphabetize their DVDs? Signed, Julie Horn."
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