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Exended five-day neighbor forecast: Yup. They still suck.

Um…Hi, neighbor! What is going on? What? You hope I’m not on my way out? Well, I guess just because I’m walking out the door with my friend and have the car keys and cellphone in my hand doesn’t necessarily mean I’m going anywhere.

What? Your phone was shut off? You need to call your OBGYN? Do I have a phone you could use? Well, sure! Luckily, I have one, you know, in my hand! With my car keys!! That I wasn’t necessarily going to use to go anywhere right now!!

I’m not a heartless wench, I have compassion! Caring!! Kindness!!! Even if you made the last two lawn mowing seasons HELL. Even if your freaking kid constantly steals my kids bike, writes on my car with a Sharpie marker, and walks into my house whenever she feels like it, and, yes, even if I have resorted to hiding from you in my own house…SURE! I’ll still let you use my phone because you are in legitimate need.

I just have one tiny question-

Does all this kindness and caring require me to listen to you drone on and on for days in minute detail about your vagina and how you just can’t seem to keep a tampon in it since your IUD fell out???

Freaking Fence Sitter!

“Hi, my name is Loralee, and I am grey.”

Seriously, there should be a support group for gray people like me. I’m a moderate politically, I waffle about things from religion to my opinion on skinny jeans, I can see both sides of just about every story, I have a hard time saying “THIS is what I believe!”.

In other words, I’m a fence sitter.

I don’t know how or why I am this way, I just am. Maybe I am a coward. Maybe I am lazy. Maybe I just have too much empathy, who knows? One thing I do know is that people don’t care much for fence sitters.

I don’t talk about my feelings about religion a whole lot on this blog. I already feel weird and well, this does tend to make me weirder as far as most of the world is concerned. I am really, really thinking this may be a very bad idea, but since this week is going so swimmingly and I am a bit of a masochist, here we go. [Read more...]