Sigh.
So it's been a while since I updated... I don't think that anyone reads my journal anyway, but it's nice to keep in touch just for the hell of it.
So I went to Dave Potts' graduation party on Saturday... Umm, yeah. It was a bunch of old women whispering about one another over trivial things like who has a bigger yard. When Ellie made a comment about Suzanne's yard being bigger than hers, Sarah asked her, "Well, whose fault is that?" and Ellie said, "The builder's". Excuse me? If you want a bigger backyard, then buy a house with a bigger backyard. The builder has to make compromises with the size of different rooms in order to fit on the lot. You can't have everything be huge (unless you're rich, which Jack's family so sadly wishes they were).
Then, on the way home, Ellie was complaining that they planted palm trees next to Highway 113. Um... okay. Then she got mad because there was a development being built--20 acre ranchettes. I wanted to say, "Wow, they must have HUGE backyards!!!", but I refrained because I don't want her to hate me any more than she already does.
Wow, this journal is basically me bitching about Jack's family and Roy. Sorry it's so depressing. Happier news to follow tomorrow.
On a Roy note, this apartment is so gross that I'm afraid to eat. There's a cheese grater on the kitchen counter that has dried, smelly cheese on it. August 23rd... and Portia moves in. Yay!
Love,
Nicole
So I went to Dave Potts' graduation party on Saturday... Umm, yeah. It was a bunch of old women whispering about one another over trivial things like who has a bigger yard. When Ellie made a comment about Suzanne's yard being bigger than hers, Sarah asked her, "Well, whose fault is that?" and Ellie said, "The builder's". Excuse me? If you want a bigger backyard, then buy a house with a bigger backyard. The builder has to make compromises with the size of different rooms in order to fit on the lot. You can't have everything be huge (unless you're rich, which Jack's family so sadly wishes they were).
Then, on the way home, Ellie was complaining that they planted palm trees next to Highway 113. Um... okay. Then she got mad because there was a development being built--20 acre ranchettes. I wanted to say, "Wow, they must have HUGE backyards!!!", but I refrained because I don't want her to hate me any more than she already does.
Wow, this journal is basically me bitching about Jack's family and Roy. Sorry it's so depressing. Happier news to follow tomorrow.
On a Roy note, this apartment is so gross that I'm afraid to eat. There's a cheese grater on the kitchen counter that has dried, smelly cheese on it. August 23rd... and Portia moves in. Yay!
Love,
Nicole