Cuando tenga mi propia casa me gustar�a vivir en un piso en la ciudad, porque el campo es demasiado silencioso
2009-05-04 8:24 p.m.

i never thought i would be funding my first home as a single secretary who drinks tecate every night. nor did i think i would ever buy a fixer upper and fix it up.

the yard of my small house pending sale backs up to an odd fellows' cemetery. there are no upright headstones, just flat gravemarkers that lay within six inches of the fenceline (their heads are nearest to me, not their feet). the burial plots in this section of the cemetary appear to be pretty full. the dividing fenceline is double fenced, though, which would be reassuring if i was one that needed reassuring.

it freaks people out when i tell them about the location of the house. its not uncommon for a house to be next to a cemetery, but i guess people don't think that much about it. i didn't, but as i think about it more, i am comforted. in a non-gothic way, you see, i've graduated to wearing benign beige. i wear slacks and have a formal purse. i even own pumps, as an executive secretary should.

sometimes i think about going to school, but my head doesn't work fast enough anymore. maybe it never did. its a disappointment to me.

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