She's entitled to her opinion, but if she doesn't even live here, I'm not sure her opinion about what a "hellhole" Cincinnati's neighborhoods are is exactly based in fact, or even personal experience.
We get a lot of that in the comments on the SFGate website from outlying suburbanites. Yeah, San Francisco's a total hellhole. A miserable piss-stained, stabinatin', freak factory.
A miserable piss-stained, stabinatin', freak factory.
I live in the neighborhood with Teh Gayz and the hippies (and the hipsters) AND an honest-to-god scary-ass gang, all of which makes for an awesome confluence of people. Oh, wait, not awesome confluence. I meant hellhole. I always confuse those.
So, IOW, any modern American city?
So, IOW, any modern American city?
I'm sure they'd consider Paris a cesspool as well.
My neighborhood so took care of me this weekend. I love Baltimore.
I still can't believe I live in a HOUSE in the burbs. And on the dge of the richy neighborhood, too. SO WEIRD. Of course, we have the ghetto house of the neighborhood, but my neighbors will have to EAT IT this summer, because I have a job, the number of a teenage boy who mows lawns and a rake.
And the hivemind, some seed packets AND A ROOT.
And the hivemind, some seed packets AND A ROOT.
Not to mention that whole husband thing.
We get a lot of that in the comments on the SFGate website from outlying suburbanites. Yeah, San Francisco's a total hellhole. A miserable piss-stained, stabinatin', freak factory.
I see this and raise you Oakland. Every single damned article about my city draws in 1,000+ trolls who just shit on my city. It's a real pisser. It's why I don't read the comments anymore, and I think SFGATE and other "news" sites should just get rid of commenting. It's so rare that comments add anything.
A husband and a root! Erin is ROLLING IN IT.
I'm so excited by my sodastream I want to drink all the fizzy RIGHT NOW! Except that doesn't work so well.
I'm contemplating early bedtime, in order to be all awake and ready tomorrow...lots to do...except that would involve Monday coming sooner, it feels like. Do not want!
Not to mention that whole husband thing.
Oh, him? I'll see him again this summer, when teachings done.
And I'm kinda not joking. Le sigh. We spend the most "together" time every day inches away from each other...and unconscious.
Speaking of, it's that time. Night, all. Bitch well, and bitch on.