Unhelpful

A day in the life of Midwest-Suburbia…

My life is fairly routine and boring, so the most I could come up with for my initial rant was to bitch about my neighbors and where life has rooted me for the time being…

Being a native of the east coast and somewhat outgoing as a teen, I find the fact of living in the burbs outside of St. Louis surprising at times. Don’t get me wrong, it’s nice to have a new house to call your own but it’s ‘where’ you call home that you have to be concerned about.

I grew up in rural Maryland, so I’m familiar with all the hicks, rednecks, hee-haws and refugees (a West Virginian who managed to find their way across the Potomac) anyone could imagine. But in Missouri (Mizzoraah to the natives), they’ve redefined the term ‘redneck.’ The southerner’s have they’re own thing, but I guess we’re just too close to Arkansas (i.e. West Memphis Three). Even though I live in a middle to upper-class neighborhood, I find myself surrounded by 4X4’s and Union members. A weekend trip to Wal-Mart is definitely better than the circus.

to be continued…

I want a giraffe.
They have those cool knobs on their head.
I like to think they’re antenna.
They use the antenna to keep in contact with the home world.

Idly eating leaves as they patiently await the invasion.