So here's a quick little rundown of both places. I'll start with my dad's since that's where I'm at now. It's a REALLY ghetto neighborhood. Like, I should never walk around this place alone, but I'm 8 feet tall and bulletproof. (Drunk, I'm 12 feet tall and missile-proof. Awesome, right?) Anyhoo, this is the house I grew up in till shit got way too complicated and my mom and I left. It's a little three-bedroom house that just got a roof that makes it look like a picture you drew when you were little. I don't have a room here. I share one with my little brother. I COULD share one with my step-whale, but I hate her with a fiery passion and would've drowned myself before I allowed that to happen.
The only thing I actually like about this house is the front door. It's very quiet when you open and close it. And, of course, my cat. But as soon as I can get him out of here, too, I will. :)
Anyhoodles, my mom's house is really pretty on the inside. Lol. It's this ugly yellow on the outside with a bright red door. For anyone who doesn't know, red doors totally have a meaning. If your house has a red door, it means that's a safe-place for like, runaways and people can drop off their kid. Not the best color door for my mom's house. Lol. The inside is awesome. It has kind of a classy country theme. There's quite a few taxidermy-ed animals on the walls, but it looks pretty good. My mom has amazing decorating skills. The only thing I highly dislike about her house is the kitchen. The previous owners painted... toast-shaped cowprint. It's reallyyy weird.
Oh, and she kind of lives in the country, so there's all kinds of trees and a huge like, gully behind the house. She has 9 chickens and wants a pot-bellied pig. Lol.
So yeah. That's a general over-view of my surroundings.
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