I have been all over the place.
Lost track of how many times I have rented a UHAUL SPACE.
I Bought stock in my business, I am no dummy.
Been around some real sick people all of them are scummy.
But for some reason the one thing I can see.
Is this one place I always end up, Umbria had too much Ghee.
My Kingsley house was a freaking reality show nightmare.
And my new place is next to a rock, and a dog named Bear.
But what do you know those last two places have something in common.
They are softer, quieter, calmer, never waffling.
Solidified next to stone, this house is more like a home.
Only downside is I don't have a front yard for your gnome.
So the street I thought I could be, has been broken into several parts.
I guess it takes a little bit of time to buy a house, when you have a degree in liberal arts.
But I did it and it's done, now I can decorate and have some fun.
Down the street from some of the best WON- TONS.
Plants, wicker, and my cat.
Living here, music blasting- Tonight it is the Fruit Bats.
Something feels off in this place.
Purgatory, people, glossing over, big mistakes.
Can't seem to form a full cohesive sentence.
I wish I liked the Descendants.
Milo can go anywhere he wants to, but he is not welcome in my house.
Tired of the psychic babble, this game of cat and mouse.