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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]

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.