i start moving tomorrow...
alas, smokolona. parting is such sweet sorrow,
that I shall say good night till it be morrow. good night.
i bid you adieu.
and now for some quasi-rhetorical ponderances:
-what if my new neighbors don't have a petting zoo in their backyard.
-what if i'm not awoken every night by the soothing thumps of bass from some young thug's stolen vehicle of choice (something with sweet rims, no doubt).
-what if i would actually consider taking a stroll through the streets of my new hood because it's not infested with hoochies-in-training and would-be school shooters.
supposedly home is where the heart is, and (le sniff, le sigh) you can take the girl outta okolona but you'll never take okolona outta the girl. how comforting.
that I shall say good night till it be morrow. good night.
i bid you adieu.
and now for some quasi-rhetorical ponderances:
-what if my new neighbors don't have a petting zoo in their backyard.
-what if i'm not awoken every night by the soothing thumps of bass from some young thug's stolen vehicle of choice (something with sweet rims, no doubt).
-what if i would actually consider taking a stroll through the streets of my new hood because it's not infested with hoochies-in-training and would-be school shooters.
supposedly home is where the heart is, and (le sniff, le sigh) you can take the girl outta okolona but you'll never take okolona outta the girl. how comforting.