Saturday Nov 23, 2002

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I can't wait to get out of suburbia. How did I end up here? It's the weirdest thing. This house I'm living in is the first place that I have ever lived where I accually got tick-or-treaters on Halloween. I've always lived in places that deter such merriment. It's the first place I've lived where I get junk mail, or have to worry about the fucking lawn. (I hate lawns, they are such a stupid status symbol, not to mention a crime to the natural world) My yard is a perfect square for fuck sake! I used to love to take walks in the evening, but there is nothing to see here except the flashing blue screen of the television through peoples windows as they devour microwaved dinners with their broken families in front of the screen, My neighbor washes thier car EVERY DAY! When they are not washing thier car, they are shining thier boat (an activity they seem to reserve for the weekend - EVERY weekend!) Both of my neighbors are named BOB. Could it get any weirder? (or should I say MORE NORMAL?)
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boxterjulep:
I don't understand people that wash their cars everyday. I don't quite understand the suburbs either. I took a journey around the bay, eastside, south side, and for the life of me I couldn't tell the difference. The monotony is frightening. Everything is so peaceful but I can't help but get the feeling these people behind their little castle walls are probably the most xenophobic, scared little people on the planet.

The wheelchair gag, I like, I like. I could see doing that in the fishermen's wharf area. give the guests a pleasant memory.
nudwig:
Yer mom sounds cool. My mom didn't really like it when I brought a dead bird into the house as a kid and thought I could bring it back to life with the Operation game. I thought I was doing ok because it wasn't buzzing...

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