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Jun. 16th, 2004 01:21 amTo preface this story, two pieces of information: One: I live in a small town, with parents who ran away from Detroit- we have cars, we don't drive them.
Two: My father voluntarily gets up at four in the morning, my mother "sleeps in" until five.
My neighbor just called the police because there are no cars in the driveway, and lights on past eleven. Seriously, I love being home. Where else?
My family is on some ridicuious road trip across Colorado, where they are climbing mountains, picking wildflowers, and cycling. They're trying to convince themselves to move, but we're all pretty attached to this town, where your neighbors call the cops for you and you can't go anywhere without running into eight people to converse with. I'm not along because I'm working, which annoys me more than it ought. Not the working part as much as the part where I've the poster child for the conservative-work-ethic. Also: my house is stupidly empty. It's much more lonely to be home alone than it is to be anywhere-else and alone.
Bibish is home from Ireland, which she seems to have enjoyed, even without a trip to PeatLand World. I'm telling you, the world needs more theme parks built around really stupid things like peat. Evidently this genius just doesn't spread the way it ought.
Two: My father voluntarily gets up at four in the morning, my mother "sleeps in" until five.
My neighbor just called the police because there are no cars in the driveway, and lights on past eleven. Seriously, I love being home. Where else?
My family is on some ridicuious road trip across Colorado, where they are climbing mountains, picking wildflowers, and cycling. They're trying to convince themselves to move, but we're all pretty attached to this town, where your neighbors call the cops for you and you can't go anywhere without running into eight people to converse with. I'm not along because I'm working, which annoys me more than it ought. Not the working part as much as the part where I've the poster child for the conservative-work-ethic. Also: my house is stupidly empty. It's much more lonely to be home alone than it is to be anywhere-else and alone.
Bibish is home from Ireland, which she seems to have enjoyed, even without a trip to PeatLand World. I'm telling you, the world needs more theme parks built around really stupid things like peat. Evidently this genius just doesn't spread the way it ought.
