ugh. this stupid failing economy bullshit has driven me to working and living in fucking beaver cleaver-ville. These peoples biggest concern is who fucked up and let ME into the neighborhood. The most asked questions of the month are: "did it hurt to stretch your ears out like that?" and "do you do drugs?" usually followed by a lot of fake stepford wife style psuedo-polite laughter or "ew. that's kinda gross". depending on age range and annual household income.
I feel trapped and this totally blows. I don't know how much longer I can go without shooing off a crackhead or falling asleep in a parking lot. Could be dangerous...
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