"He never felt so scared, he never felt so alive!"

I made it! EH and I are going apartment hunting in the a.m. so I have been googling murder and rape rates in potential neighborhoods. This was a terrible idea. Addicting, but really terrible. We found ourselves saying "only 67 rapes in this neighborhood last year" and "only 11 murders, that's nothing!" EH and I just looked at each other and realized it was time to log off.

I'm tired and anxious and excited tonight. MORE UPDATES TO COME!

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  1. LeahJanuary 27, 2011 at 4:52 PM

    I can't believe you would subject Denise to this information. You're supposed to tell her you're living above a police station directly across the street from a parochial school. Hell, this kind of freaks me out.

    IGNORANCE IS BLISS LIGHTFIELD!!

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