burb, burb, burb, the burb's the word
living in the suburbs is like drinking a glass of water on a Monday morning. It’s clean, clear, refreshing, but really no substitute for a grande nonfat latte. visiting the suburbs however, is like skipping school altogether on a Monday morning. It feels completely wrong, and yet everything around you is so easy it urges you to continue. It reminds me of a few things I almost forgot about:1. the feeling of concrete beneath bare feet
2. parking in the driveway
3. mini golf
I think that was it.
posted by d @ 12:26 AM
1 Comments:
I second that, and amend garages (for parking and for art projects), keyless mailboxes, and front doors on the first floor.
Post script – coffee makes my tummy feel funny.
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