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Jun 14, 2009 14:51

Been living for a little more than a month in the bum fuck of nowhere. Remember Lancaster, I'm 40 miles out of it. In the opposite direction of LA. For the first couple weeks all I saw where the positives, far from society, no light pollution so I can actually see a MILLION stars at night, eggs that don't have any strange fuckup injections and modifications, a nice dirt road and drive way, plus all the animals; 60+ horses, 30 goats, 2 dozen chickens and roosters, 10 rabbits, 7 pigs, 5 dogs and as of four days ago a baby cow.

But as time goes by I see some definate negatives of living in this log cabin. Such as the wild mice that have broken into the house since I started living there. Or how I woke up to one of these little creatures nuzzled up to my breast. And how some of these animals kind of freak me the fuck out. Live about 100 miles away from the Nuart, around 90 miles from Moorpark, and frankly the gas mileage in my little Honda just isn't cutting it. And those damn roosters crow every day at 3:48 AM.

Haven't had any luck trying to find a job out there, and the whole uncomfortableness about how the owners of the property were yelling at the ones I moved in with about "HOW MANY PEOPLE ARE LIVING HERE" and the whole them not telling the owners that I was moving in. It just really makes me feel so warm and special inside how I may be the cause of these two wonderful friends their place.
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