Emancipation of A Drama Queen

This was taken with my phone so forgive the poor quality.

I drive by this every day when I take DramaBoy to school. This is an empty lot where a house once stood. The house was demolished a couple of years ago. In case you don’t understand yet, that little sign in the picture, right/center, well, it says NO DUMPING.

NO DUMPING. Is that too hard to understand? Should it be more clear like, “Hey, you fucknut! Don’t be driving by this empty lot thinking that just because no one lives here you can dump your shit off so it’s out of your hair and now someone else’s problem. It’s fucking littering and you are messin’ up the place! I bet you are the same fucknut who throws trash out of their car window too. Yeah, I saw you. I fucking see you do it every day. Fuckstick”

Is that more clear?

I would also take a picture of the stoopid fucking lawn deer that are in the front yard of a house nearby this empty lot, but I don’t want the residents thinking that I’m going to completely make fun of their poor taste and then put a picture of their house and stoopid lawn deer on my blog for all the world to see. I would wait till their on vacation to do that. But, besides, we have all seen stoopid-ass plastic lawn deer before. Which, by the way, I might add seems to be the biggest search engine term that brings people to this blog! I see “plastic yard ornaments” or the like come up in my stats all the time.

If I seem a bit random and out there today, it’s ok. I’m just in one of those moods, and it doesn’t involve crying, screaming, hiding or over analyzing the fact that I feel like I’m being made fun of on another blog because the blogger linked me in their sidebar but it goes to my “Behind the Drama” page and my blog is kind of like “which blog doesn’t belong on this page” kind of thing.

I digress.

DraMa out.

(heh, kickin’ it old school… I haven’t signed off with that hip closer in ages…I’m so wit’ it.)