Yesterday, at a neighborhood meeting, things got out of hand quickly. All of a sudden it got personal. Characters came into questioning, past mistakes were brought up to blog the future from happening.
Tag: <span>bullying</span>
I have been down with a head cold and self-inflicted ear infection. Turns out they make hats for a reason. One should wear them when it’s ice cold and windy outside. Who would have thought?
Yippie…all the neighbor kids are back in school. I have my workroom back and I returned to my normal routine -I hear silence and love it.
The kids and I made it through the summer torturing each other. They forced me to watch The Gilmore Girls, and I made them listen to books that I thought they needed to know. To Kill a Mockingbird was one of them and they loved it.
“Why aren’t you in school? I see you every day wandering around.”
“Oh, they don’t miss me,” she said. “I’m antisocial, they say. I don’t mix. It’s so strange. I’m very social indeed. It all depends on what you mean by social, doesn’t it?
I stopped spitting fire. I am lost for words, I don’t even know what to say anymore.
First of all, thank you to all the drunks who voted for me Saturday in the Evening, because that’s the only explanation I have, why I became the new leader of our country.
I hesitated, didn’t want to go further toward our house. I was afraid it would be the same as every day. I walked slowly on the driveway, looked around the corner and then I saw the mess. Letters and cards where splattered all over our front yard. I couldn’t believe it; we just put new signs up “no trespassing” and “private property” it didn’t help. Again they have stepped all over our lawn and stuffed letters and flyers into our mailbox, hundreds of them. Our mailbox was overflowing, couldn’t hold anymore and the mail had fallen to the ground. There was still a small pile underneath, the wind had scattered the rest.