10 July, 2016
06 July, 2016
05 July, 2016
10 May, 2016
03 May, 2016
02 May, 2016
This is my current Austin neighborhood:
|Look at those crazy property lines! I am high-lit, green.|
officially: "Lot Z *Less SW TRI & SE TRI SUBDIV XY SEC 1."
|All these triangles eventually make sense… eventually.|
|To the best of undocumented knowledge, this is what everybody had hoped & paid for, way-back-when, with room for a nice little street down the middle.|
|But this is what was actually platted, legally (without compensation).|
officially: "Lot Z SUBDIV XY SEC 1."
|In the early 80's, a Prominent Business Woman decided that she wanted to create a larger lot out of the then-officially-smaller RED & PURPLE lots (as was shown on the legal city plats), with the unpaved road becoming hers, too.|
01 May, 2016
When I was a little boy this little girl spat upon me, I'm not exactly sure why (then or now).
SO I spat right back on her stupid little fucking face.
The tears dripped from her preciousness before my precision had the chance to uncoagulate, somewhat to my (and her) disappointment.
She skulked offwards toward Teacher.
Some twenty years after this event occurred, and without any contact since, I heard that Teacher died of Thrombic Bitch Fuckingwhore-itis, to which I legitimately celebrated. The world is a better place without people like her.
——/ rant \——
Anywho, Teacher came over and was clearly not amused with my funnyshot. She didn't care that the "precious little snowflake" was in fact the first to initiate ("mere retaliation!" I prepubescently squealed), that said-bitch-girl was a troublemaker, a REDHEAD no less! " but but but but but "
Didn't matter. I was punished. The girl didn't serve a single minute "time out." I remember her to this day. Her older brother offered me a job once and I turned it down simply because she was on the staff at the time. She can be princess, I'll go somewhere else.