i wanted to say yes the entire drive until i got there it was an immediate no

fool me once but i think i would rather hold onto my pot

someone was actively living in Blu

Blu was worse than my current situation, if you could believe

i will save it for another blog post cuz the rifle or shotgun was just resting by the open back door

and i did wonder if that was part of the package deal

the squatter (i mean owner) and all

the land is fertile cuz there are more than secrets buried under that house and growing up the walls

not to mention the smell

of bodies rotting – from probably a decade or so more – enough time to put it back on the market, with someone “actively living in it”, which i did not learn until arrive

gonna take more than lighting a candle honey

i don’t feel so bad about buying a piggy bank after the day i had

i chalk it up to one them bad days like when i was 15 and wound up somewhere i shouldn’t having to do things to not get raped or unalived

like the creep factor was all around

i felt bad for the plants and garden

i thought it had been used as a b&b before being listed, meaning it would be clean at minimum, despite the hoarding to hide the filth growing on the walls

not to mention the mats to cover the dips in the ground

and in the house

uhm

creep factor overload

im gonna order a pizza from hungry howies maybe

and calm the fuck down

have a hot bath where i can sanitize my soul

all the way, “look another sign points to yes”

and the immediate no, how i wanted to just leave and not even see, but things like “well it has potential” as the owner with the big gun was lurking – well the gun was out – but he disaapeared

all windows open

“oh yeah it’s safe here, never need to close them”

i guess im gonna be walking everywhere?

i aint dropping 200k into some rundown shithole with someone actively living in it

how the fuck is this legal

whatever

Boomers can keep their hand

im out

it felt so good to be in the creepy countryside

but i dont want to see behind door number two

i would have been embarrassed to show my client that

and it was his first time seeing it too

so what is the purpose of a realtor – in this timeline china 2.0?

(owner reeked of alcohol and rot)

(or maybe that was just the house)

sorry to get your hopes up on blu

i wont have any excitement about anything going forward

‘cept maybe the upcoming baptism & pizza

there wasn’t worth even selling at the future garage sell

it would have cost more money for junk service removal and cleanup

but their delusional what they think their empire of shit is worth…

(i didn’t even get pictures)

(but im certain they got pictures of me cuz noticed a cam upon entering)

i dont wanna talk or think about it anymore at the moment

just did a 4 hour roundtrip to see a run down piece of shit property with someone actively living there – it aint even clean!

there are worse things hiding there for covid

but heyyyyy “the bar is nearby”

so you think walking distance to a bar and a new roof equals 200k

the floor was caving in

the vines were begging me to help them

i fleed

i will say my faith is growing stronger

but i dont know about my will to live

(prob ghosting my “dream team”)

like wtf

my dog barked the entire time i was gone

he was stinky and panicky and sweaty

and only then did he eat his feast i prepared him before i left

only when i retuned did he chow down

and now he’s upside down passed out

i told him blu was a no-go

it is in worse condition than our current situation

and prob why the owner sleeps with all hos windows open and a gun by his unlocked backdoor

and men are worried about my baggage?

my body count?

gtfu

i need pizza after this travesty

and guidance on where to move

that aint some overpriced hellscape

the fence was plastic and “the neighbor put it up”

i just thought the fence would be MY PROPERTY

i hope the landlord fixes the mold soon but thankful God has given me a couple cool days

since i cant run the AC in the sunshine state

im gonna wind up at yer yard with my piggy bank famished and filthy

cuz theres nowhere to go

lost in hell

and you both have pen names presumably?

i mean, is that really your name?

i think im losing my mind again so need food medicine and bath

the basics

back on bedrest!

he had a gun by the backdoor but a camera in the front (and secret rooms full of dead peoples things potentially)

there were cats and dogs living there

i didnt see that in the photos

the place was more put together and less “lived in” tho i swear someone or three died “fertile land”

“no ma, they won’t know she was pregnant, just toss it out back by the cherry tree”

“…I can’t believe you got her pregnant, she was fifteen”

“…needs ma”

“…tell her to cover up”

“well i can’t tell her anything now can i”

that house was built on unholy land and unholy things have been done there (potentially)

(im not actually an oracle tho i sometimes know things before they happen)

im pretty certain “monster” is what the therapist sees

but no bones in my backyard

no backyard

hardly any secrets cuz big mouth