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]]> ~notrightquite http://notrightquite.deviantart.com/journal/10164114/ http://notrightquite.deviantart.com/journal/10164114/ Sat, 23 Sep 2006 16:38:41 PDT
Basically ... as most know, I live in Buckley. Or is that Bonney Lake? Oh wait, must be Sumner. Oh no no no ...
Buckley, says my address.
253 area code, closest thing is sumner, and my mail comes from the sumner PO.
BUT ... everything goes to the Bonney Lake city hall?

Anyway, that's not my beef with this shithole. Practically everybody here is a constantly-drunk, perpetually stupid red-neck, who insists on driving the biggest truck they can, get the biggest, underpowered subwoofer possible, an blare their country "music" as loud as they can, while they pop up the collar on their fucking stupid plaid shirt.

Ah the country ...

I can't stand the people any longer. I don't make enough money at the job I've got, even though I do enjoy it. If I did, I'd have moved a long time ago.

I was thinking about moving down to ... Nevada, actually. Considering. I'd eventually like Northern California. North-western, that is.

I want to be with people. A lot of people. Interesting people.

I want to be able to go to a Starbucks, sit down at a table nearly full of people, say "Hi, I'm Casey." and actually get to possibly know some interesting new people, if only for my stay. I don't want the same old stupid response of "Do I know you?" - that shit really PISSES ME THE FUCK OFF! NO YOU DON'T KNOW ME, AND AT THAT RATE YOU NEVER FUCKING WILL!!! MOTHER FUCKER! GOD!

Ahem ... needless to say, the hicks are getting to me.

I want to start over. Somewhere else, where nobody knows me or has seen me around. Somewhere that people will maybe even care to meet someone new and have a talk with them, without neccessarily being their goddamned best friend.

All I want is some normal people ... some fucked up, weird, normal people. I need to leave. I have to leave! Why can't I leave? I can, but I'd need somewhere to stay (reason why I'm considering Nevada). I'd like to live somewhere that doesn't have twice as many people as it can hold, so that if I apply for a job, I'm not one in 50 applications for a minimum wage part time job, or one of hundreds for a full time one with acceptable pay.

Aghhhh ... I'm so very irritated ... I just ... want ...

... something.

Time Machine, anyone?

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note: Big shock here - these were british people. ]]> ~notrightquite http://notrightquite.deviantart.com/journal/9863630/ http://notrightquite.deviantart.com/journal/9863630/ Sat, 26 Aug 2006 15:16:11 PDT
A thousand miles isn't too far, right? Just a short ride ... right?








... right?

]]> ~notrightquite http://notrightquite.deviantart.com/journal/9830873/ http://notrightquite.deviantart.com/journal/9830873/ Wed, 23 Aug 2006 18:23:08 PDT ~notrightquite