So, I have to tell you guys, there’s not really anything normal about my living situation…or seemingly about my life at the moment. The house I’m renting…well let me just describe what it looks like to you. Outside? Its the EXACT SAME SHAPE as the house from the Amityville Horror. I kid you not. Not familiar? Here you go:
Now, Since I’m paranoid as hell, I’m not going to post a picture of my own house so you’ll have to trust me on this one, but its creepy. My house is also plastered with old wallpaper with roses everyfreakingwhere. Its like I live in a garden from Alice in Wonderland. It gets worse.
We’re renting the place from my father-in-law & it used to belong to his mother. Oh, that’s not so bad, you say? Here’s the kicker, J-bird & I also have a roommate that we share parts of the house with. Nick. Nick’s a really loud, strange college student that always parks his car behind my car so that I have do drive through the yard & over the sidewalk to get out. I mean seriously, does this kid have a brain at all? I swear, if I have to hear him scream at one more sports game, I might burn his side of the house down.
Oh, I’m also scared of the basement, which happens to be where the washer & dryer are. I’m pretty sure zombies & vampires & aliens & ghosts live down there. Which is why we go commando now & never have any clean clothes.