Jul 10, 2006 11:25
I'm moving.
After about a million generations of Smiths living in the run-down house I am occupying now (okay, not a millon--whatever, choose some odd number, go ahead), my father has decided that in lieu of my mother leaving us behind (and no, I don't want to talk about it--not like anyone will want to talk to me about sensitive subjects anyway), we are going to get up, pack our things, and relocate oursleves to this place that is essentially in the middle of nowhere.
Where the hell is Ottery St. Catchpole, anyway?
There you go, see. Proves my point.
Well, I'll just be..packing now. And I'm bored out of my BLOODY MIND, so somebody please talk to me. I couldn't care less about who right now.