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good show, good show. The public is now satisfied.
Also- congrats on the move. Perfect time of the year for cozyness too! |
Thank you. :heart: Though, his apartment was practically upstairs, so it wasn't that much of a move.
Edit: Oh, I hope I didn't kill the thread. Dx |
Sorry, I vanished for outside world reasons. We got prescriptions delivered again today (which my dad desperately needs), so I'm really really happy right now. xP
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Skully- but oh! All those stairs! The horror!
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I'm lucky my apartment is on the first floor. But we've had bad luck in the past with upstairs tenants. Luckily this one we have right now seems different. Are the other tenants in your apartment building nice? Or not so much?
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I would respond, but I know that's directed at skully. And I don't live in an appartment.
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What sort of area do you live in though, Robin? Is it a suburban neighborhood or a rural area? I like learning those kinds of things in general too. Random things like that are neat, no? <3
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I live in a dispersed sort of neighborhood, but it's out in a really rural area. Fortuniatly, were not so far away from civilization that I can't ride my bike to a restaurant or gas station in the summer :D
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Neat. I love the idea of living in a rural area- is it fun? I love the general idea of a rural area.... Someday I'd like to live in one (mostly because to me rural brings up farms and farms are wonderful and fun to me).
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it is, I really like it. The only problem is my nearest friend who lives in my neighbor hood is a little over a half mile away (not as much as it sounds, but still, I think it'd be nice to just go two flights of stairs to hang out with her)
(EDIT: where'd skully get too?) |
For the most part, our fellow tenants are nice. We live a few blocks from our college, and most of the tenants here are from there.
Sorry, guys. I was dragged off for a second. The brownies I was making were done. |
Oh, there you went too!
that's good. I've always imagined that I would get eccentric people living above me (weird people with yappy dogs and creepy lawn ornaments live by me now), like some lady who feeds her cats hippie food and has them pickeled once they die. ...... I've had a while to think about this... 0_o Also: Browines! awsome, life sustaining chocolaty goodness! |
o_o; She does what to her cats?
*hands a brownie to Robin* |
-accepts brownie- (dude, your awesome. First the cake now brownies. I just hope you’re not fattening me up to eat me. I've had enough trouble with people doing that)
She would pickle them. Or have them stuffed, but after a while she became dissatisfied with the quality of taxidermy she was receiving, so she decided to do away with her cats the same way she did away with her late husband, and victims. But the victims part was only back when she was known as the terror of Cleveland. and that part of herlife is behind her now. -nodnod- ---- I gotta go! Real life calls (it's so rude -shakes head sadly- tawdry even) |
Why would I eat people when I have brownie making skills?
...... You mean she puts them in jars? That's what I'm asking. o_O; Aww. I'll save some brownies for you. (Bad life! *whaps*) |
=D Whadd I miss?
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my fears of the hobbies of my future neighbors
(Skully- yep, jars are her preferred brining method) |
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Ahaha! I love the music! Best cat/jar theamed video I've seen all week! Or ever really. I mean, sure I've seen others, but none of them were quite of this calibur
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We're at page seven already? Jeez. I can't believe how fast these threads grow!
Also... Good day to everyone! How is everyone doing today? |
quite spiffing! How are you? You have a shirt now I see.
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I'm coming down from a four hour long sugar high. Seven mocha frapps in a row no longer cut it. D:
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Yay, a thread that won't eat me. :) |
we will not eat you. Not with all the yummy baked goods around. We cannot however, promise we won't bite.
... but I've had all my shots, I promise! |
Don't worry, I bite when I'm mad, or I might nibble on you if you are worthy of my awesomeness. <3 |
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