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March 4, 2012
by Sara
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Workin’ for the ‘rents

So yesterday I went over to my parent’s new apartment in Arcade. The building layout was really weird for an apartment, mainly because it used to be a doctor’s office. The waiting room is their bedroom, and there’s a room for clerical where people had to pay their bills, with a really neat stained glass window in the wall to the side of the door to it. It’s different. Would I live there? Sure, why not. And it has a nice view of main street. I went over to check the place out and help with the boxes and putting stuff away. I was off my rocker and haven’t slept for days since I ran out of my meds. So working built off the anxiety and nervousness I had.

My mother got me an early birthday present, a new stereo system for my computer! It’s more compact than my old system, and I like it, using it right now as I type this, hehe. :>

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March 2, 2012
by Sara
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Fixin’ mah hair

I got my haircut last month (by a place which will not be named because I don’t want to give them a bad name; they were nice to me.) in Perry and it didn’t turn out as I hoped. Today I got it fixed in Warsaw with another cutters and it looks great. I did my usual non-food shopping and some food shopping to hold me over for a while. It was nice to be dropped off and free to do what I want for four hours;take my time, eat lunch (Chinese!) and talk to people.

My mother taught my step-father a new English phrase. “Butt-fuck”. Grrreat. He kept saying it in the car and I couldn’t stop giggling like a little school girl. He says “if I use this then people will think I know English.” I think.

What other choice phrases can he say that might make others think he’s good inda English dept?

February 28, 2012
by Sara
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Bon Voyage ‘Rents

So, my parents have officially left my abode. Everything is back to normal, or at least by the standards I work with. A little part of me is sad to see them go, but really, I want my own space. I can leave my bedroom door open, pee with the bathroom door open, walk around half-naked and (drumroll) masturbate. (you try not doing it for a month and see where it leads you :B)

Now that they’re gone I also feel like drawing again. To the refs!

February 25, 2012
by Sara
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♥ for Big Lots

I was busy yesterday with running around the lower part of Wyoming County. Got a new camouflage hobo purse, a yellow knitted scarf, a really nice dark cap, a copy of ZombieLand and CHINESE FOOD! Yum, hehe.

I also went into the heaven that is Big Lots and got a great price lock on a new soft full bed. I hope to finish paying it off by the time I move to Northridge II in Arcade. There’s so much stuff for the home and garden, I can’t wait to go back when I move to get stuff for my new apartment. Gardening and decorating…yee! ♥

February 17, 2012
by Sara
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The beginning of the end, the end of the beginning.

So, my parents finally found a place for themselves in Arcade, NY. They will live above a barber shop in the downtown where all the action happens. Y’know, people and cars…life.

As for myself, I will be moving in April or so to be near them, to these newly-built apartments not too far away, in the same town. Instead of the usual “doors in a hallway” I will get my own outside entrance, like a townhouse. I can’t wait because I will have room to plant stuff in the front since there’s dirt between the doors. I already plan on mint and lemon balm. I have a bunch of container garden books and mags and I love the mint container, been eyeing it since I bought it last year.

Imma containing my Excite-mint!

Imma containing my Excite-mint!

I still need to save up for a new car. :B

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January 28, 2012
by Sara
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Culture Shock

Well, I finally met my new step-father who is from Jordan. They (including my mother) arrived on the 22nd after sleeping on the floor at JFK and in Paris due to stupid people pointing them to the wrong gates. Otherwise, they are fine, and as usual my mother is bitching about my habits and my depression and my inability to be “normal”. My step-father is another story, he is an example of a usual Muslim and they are very family-oriented. He always tells me he loves me, offers his food to me (much to my mother’s chagrin, he is a master chef who owns his own restaurant in Amman), wakes me up, hugs me. And I love it. In reality, I wish he was my real father, and I usually do not use the term “step” when we talk. He tells me that I am his daughter until he dies, and I am touched.

As I said before, he’s a chef, and wants to open his own restaurant in Buffalo, which is about 60 miles away, so they will be settling with a home there, where there are Arabian stores who sell halal meats, spices and other Arabian products. He has already made Arabian friends with some store owners in the city so he is fitting in fine. He will get his social security number shortly, and I am happy for him.

My apartment is a mess since they have been here, and it’s driving me nuts. My mother has so much stuff and it’s strewn everywhere so walking around is like a hazard zone. I will miss my new dad when they move to Buffalo but I won’t miss my mom’s crap and yelling. :\

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