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Ok, so the title is a work in progress but it's been like 2 months since I've blogged so I guess it's about time I sit my ass down to write something. Anything.
The past 2 months have been CRAZY. And by crazy I mean fucking nuts. We went to PA, saw my bestie and got to show Superman around my hometown. We went back to Charlotte and life as I knew it went to hell in a hand basket, but let's not even go there. Needless to say things are better now, and we are now in a house in Travelers Rest, SC.
Travelers Rest is the armpit of the world a very quaint town. Really. There are lots of horrible great drivers, rednecks lovely people, and NOTHING TO DO wonderful attractions. We did however find a very nice house, that is on the cheap side. The downside is that we moved here on Sunday and on Monday I woke up with the swine flu, which surprisingly, is not as fun as it sounds. I didn't even grow a curly tail or ANYTHING. I think I was jipped. I do however get to listen to lots of Superman's witty quips about bacon. Woot. Thinking that this was not a fair exchange. Anyways.

So as I was saying, the new house is great. Our neighbors leave something to be desired. They are FRICKING CRAZY. Let me tell you about how the guy dresses like he's in the army. All.The.Damn.Time. As in, he wears full out camo and boots and these weird ass sun glasses. His son (the 15 year old neighborhood creepy person) dresses EXACTLY the same. And he giggles. A lot. The wife thinks that she and I are gonna be *bffs*. Riiiiight. She likes to call and drop by to "chat" and we all know how I feel about crap like that. I find myself praying that they will suddenly forget that we live next to them, or that there is even a house next to them. That would make me happy, and if God really does love me, then He will make it so. For some reason I don't think that's gonna happen. :(

Rawr. Whatever, I'm gonna go do something productive, and mebbe I'll get back to this later.