laura (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} shinyobject) wrote,@ 2007-12-18 02:45:00 |
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Something I forgot about being a part of everyday life in the South:
Seeing a cockroach and instinctively screaming "Die! Die! Die!" as you smack at it with a shoe.
Something I absolutely love and cherish about my Dad's apartment:
AT NIGHT, IT'S DARK AND QUIET.
Not an orangey-purple sky intermingled with neon white signs-- darkness.
Not sirens, back-up beeps, and traffic-- silence.
aaahhhh.
Seeing a cockroach and instinctively screaming "Die! Die! Die!" as you smack at it with a shoe.
Something I absolutely love and cherish about my Dad's apartment:
AT NIGHT, IT'S DARK AND QUIET.
Not an orangey-purple sky intermingled with neon white signs-- darkness.
Not sirens, back-up beeps, and traffic-- silence.
aaahhhh.
