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outside

 i want to wax my car.  there is no shade around my house.  i dont have a garage. There is shade across the street in my neighbors drieway.  he moved and the house is empty.  maybe i will go do it over there?  thats a good idea.  give me 220,000 so i can buy that house?  then i will have a shady driveway to wax my jeep in. that's all i want. is that too much to ask for?  seriously.
    someone must be having a baby shower or something.  there is no where to park on my street. I think its the hillbillies down the street.  they are celebrating because he was too stupid to pull out.  now they are increasing the white trash population in my area.  its bad enough. lol. it might be a birthday party.  what do i know. who cares. i hope they move. they have this kid who is SO FAT. i would see him walking home from the bus stop after school and i'd say "jesus christ. what a fat bastard."  i never see him outside. i guess thats why hes so fat.  video games. and tv.
    speaking of fat bastards, what do you need "outside" for anyway?  There is never a power outlet around, and never a couch or a bed (well one that isnt in a field or on the side of the road, that isnt infested with mice and ticks, or that local drug addicts don't have sex on), the sun makes it hard to see the screens on almost ALL electronic devices.  Plus you have to get dressed to go outside, and its not climate controlled. All the food and remote controls are usually inside the house too.  And you might see your neighbor and have to say Hi. 
    One of the hillbillies' guests just almost backed into my mother's car. I guess they aren't used to driving on paved roads, or driving cars where the reverse gear actually works.  "What's dis R for on dis here thang?", "Shee that's the Rev gear.  You put it in R and rev the engine." Fucking morons. Can I swear on this thing?  I guess so huh?

    Martin's at traffic school right now.  I'm relaxing at home in the air conditioning listening to 80's music (I don't bother chasing mice around, I slink down the alley looking for a fight, Howlin' to the moonlight on a hot summer night, Singin' the blues while the lady cats cry, Wild stray cat you're a rebel gone guy, I wish I could be as carefree and wild, But I got cat class and I got cat style), eating (of course), not even dressed yet and its almost 3 pm. Sucks to be him right now... Yeah yeah.