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blueherronflying: omg.
blueherronflying: just...wow...
blueherronflying: you know how there are somethings that happen and you always think, "that could never happen to me" and then, suddenly, it does.
blueherronflying: well, not to me, per se, but to my group. to the group of girls at reading from my school.
blueherronflying: to the houses that are supposedly secure, and nothing should happen in them.
blueherronflying: i wish you were really there to talk about this, but oh well.
blueherronflying: the house next to mine was robbed this evening at about seven. though no one was hurt, everyone's pretty shaken up about it.
blueherronflying: i mean, she lived on the first floor. i live on the first floor. something like that could happen to me!
blueherronflying: and everyone knows that these are the "American houses" where "those American girls" live.
blueherronflying: it could happen again....it could be my house next time.
blueherronflying: and I live on the first floor. and it could be me.
blueherronflying: makes me kinda glad I don't have my laptop here, really. glad that, by tacit agreement, karlene and I don't keep our shades open, ever.
blueherronflying: But...they know. I mean, they have to know.
blueherronflying: I don't imagine it's something that they did on a whim...the must have been there a couple of times to see the layout.
blueherronflying: Since we use the same houses every single time, these people could be waiting for years before they actually decide to do something.
blueherronflying: It makes me sick to think about it. How do I return to normal? Will just try to forget it? Or will I be jumping at shadows the whole time I'm here?
blueherronflying: Ugh.
blueherronflying: I don't even want to go to bed. How can I? I have the same living condition that Caroline does: I live on the ground floor with windows that face the street. Although the curtains are hardly ever open, it's not like we keep it a secret that there's a laptop in the room.
blueherronflying: *shudders* I need a drink.
blueherronflying: just...wow...
blueherronflying: you know how there are somethings that happen and you always think, "that could never happen to me" and then, suddenly, it does.
blueherronflying: well, not to me, per se, but to my group. to the group of girls at reading from my school.
blueherronflying: to the houses that are supposedly secure, and nothing should happen in them.
blueherronflying: i wish you were really there to talk about this, but oh well.
blueherronflying: the house next to mine was robbed this evening at about seven. though no one was hurt, everyone's pretty shaken up about it.
blueherronflying: i mean, she lived on the first floor. i live on the first floor. something like that could happen to me!
blueherronflying: and everyone knows that these are the "American houses" where "those American girls" live.
blueherronflying: it could happen again....it could be my house next time.
blueherronflying: and I live on the first floor. and it could be me.
blueherronflying: makes me kinda glad I don't have my laptop here, really. glad that, by tacit agreement, karlene and I don't keep our shades open, ever.
blueherronflying: But...they know. I mean, they have to know.
blueherronflying: I don't imagine it's something that they did on a whim...the must have been there a couple of times to see the layout.
blueherronflying: Since we use the same houses every single time, these people could be waiting for years before they actually decide to do something.
blueherronflying: It makes me sick to think about it. How do I return to normal? Will just try to forget it? Or will I be jumping at shadows the whole time I'm here?
blueherronflying: Ugh.
blueherronflying: I don't even want to go to bed. How can I? I have the same living condition that Caroline does: I live on the ground floor with windows that face the street. Although the curtains are hardly ever open, it's not like we keep it a secret that there's a laptop in the room.
blueherronflying: *shudders* I need a drink.
