So I did not die. I know. You can't believe it and you had toasted several to my supposed demise.
Whatever. Wait. You made me say whatever. Have I ever told you I do not like that phrase? Ack.
As the world churns, so do the days of our lives. See what I did there all you soap opera fans?
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So what have I been up to? About 5'6".
School. Sucks. Dragon. Balls.
Professors. Hate me. Hate my work. Not sure.
Life. Going Too Fast. Not. Enough. Time.
Kiddo. Going Through Life. On Crack.
Family. Good. Far Away.
Harry Potter House. Full Of Love.
Neighbor. Losing It.
So interpret that English masterpiece for a prize. Lord Farquaad has been going off the deep end. Literally. The other day I came out of the house and he came over the edge of his porch screaming and hollering. It was that shaking angry nonsense with spittle. And then. He called me "A Piece Of Shit" with clenched teeth.
I was like, "Wha?"
Oh hell no.
He said it twice.
I just started at him while he raged about me being compared to a turd and then walked away.
Yeah, I really wanted to punch the grouchy fucker right in the face, but that would land me in jail.
Now will he come after me? Probably. Will I retreat again? Yes. I also know about the rest of the story if it happens.
It is medical and very not OK because they can't control it and I can't control it.
The whole neighborhood has been under siege. Not good. Not good.
There is more, but I will just let you know it is escalating and not good at all. Not good.
I need to get to the country and ten hut, ten hurry. I never should have left it. City sucks. Like all the time. I can't people. I can do it at work, then I need to leave them behind for wild frontier and trees.
Never again in my life.
All city property will not be considered and we are getting the Harry Potter in order to sell it. I need Calgon. Do they even make that anymore?