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[apocalypsos]

I just practically inhaled a breakfast sandwich. Oh, my poor tummy. *groans*

In other news, I've had a massive, virulent Shawn/Isabelle plotbunny since Sunday. It won't leave me alone. HELP ME. *whimpers*

EDIT: I just called my mom to ask about the kitten (who's apparently great but a little bit of a spaz and prone to diving into the litter box like it's a swimming pool), and she told me she and my father are still trying to buy Psycho Neighbor's dump of a house next door. For those of you who remember the kind of shit Psycho Neighbor used to pull before he died, I can't wait for them to buy that place and tear it the fuck down.

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[vampychick.livejournal.com]

We did that--bought the neighbors' place and tore it down. SO worth it.

[apocalypsos.livejournal.com]

Oh, this guy was a complete ass. He used to harrass anybody who walked anywhere near his property and would take pictures telling them he was going to call the cops on them. (Inevitably, they were never walking on his property -- he was just being delusional.)

And he bugged my entire family because I used to park my car in the lot behind both of our houses, which was city property and therefore gave him no right whatsoever to complain. Of course, that didn't stop him from sending an "anonymous" letter telling my dad to stop bothering the "outstanding veteran" next door and "do something about the parking situation" or he was going to sell his house to a black family from Brooklyn, as if that were some sort of threat. After reading that, my father had to physically stop my mother from walking next door to ask when the new family would be moving in so we could throw them a housewarming party. Instead, he printed out a hundred copies of the letter and gave them to pretty much everybody in town. My family is awesome sometimes. :)

I asked my mom if I can swing a sledgehammer when they buy it and demolish it. I really want to break something of his. I'd rather break the crappy, rusted-over jalopy he owned that he used to remove the battery from at night as if someone were going to steal his car. (In a town of less than two thousand people? Shyeah, right.) But alas, he sold that before he died. Damn.

[vampychick.livejournal.com]

Yeah, well.

Our neighbors had a meth lab.

[apocalypsos.livejournal.com]

Ooo. You win.

Although I'd like to think I score in the column of "My neighbor passed away in bed on a Friday and therefore lie all gross and corpsified next door to my family for three days."

[vampychick.livejournal.com]

That's pretty impressive, but I would also like to submit for scoring purposes: They sold us the property because the brother needed bail money.

[apocalypsos.livejournal.com]

Ouch. That's pretty bad, too.

[vampychick.livejournal.com]

Yeah. In retrospect, selling the property was a really bad idea on their part, because then we had the rights to the house, proof that it had been purchased the day before and from whom, and the FBI's phone number.