toes are weird
so anyway, did you know i’m moving? turns out, so cal
is not where it’s at. no, really, don’t buy the hype.
or buy it all you want, i don’t care. hell, buy it in
truck loads, the more of you losers... i mean, really
cool peoples, yo.... that come here, the less i have
to deal with elsewhere. as in, let’s consider so cal
like a concentration camp for dumb people and
bling-bling types, right? i figure my brother can be
the poster-boy or the ring leader. so who’s with
me!?!
been looking up north, near eureka. not in eureka,
though; it’s so close to the ocean that it’s just too
cold and overcast there for me and the woman. but, a
little inland? very nice. green rolling hills, calm
temps, nice scenery, and land that one can own for
less than the price of a small island in tahiti.
I feel like a damn standup comedian asking this
rhetorical question, but.... why does it cost a
freaking million dollars – no lie – for a freaking
small one-family home? do these realtors know that
i’m young and poor? do they? because i don’t think
they do! i may be pretty, but i ain’t no rock star.
and god forbid you like animals and need property,
hmph. no chance, sucka!
so we like animals, if you couldn’t tell. and i don’t
mean in that old-crazy-farmer-’loves’-his-animals
sort of way, so knock it off (you know who you
are...). we figure we’ll have the gamut: horses, a
couple cows, goat, chickens... i myself have put a
bunny on my wish-list, some mallards, as well as a
large turtle and penguin. yes, a penguin. don’t ask
why – if you have to ask, you wouldn’t understand the
answer, that’s the only thing i can say about it. but
i envision the penguin riding around the property on
the turtle, just because he can. we’ll all eat ice
cream and frolic and it’ll just be peachy!
so southern cal? not for me. if i can’t have my
penguin and eat it, too? not interested. that may not
have come out right, but you get the idea.