You wanted to buy me a lovely home, with an island kitchen and a cell phone, but it still wouldn't take the place of my 87 trailer, because it wouldn't truly be my own. It may be rusted with a hole in the ceiling, but somehow I find it very appealing, it was paid for with my own money, coming home is so relieving. You can say it's not great, but all you have to do is wait, once I work my magic, I'll have a grand estate. I'll put up shutters and a picket fence, a little paint and some common sense, patch up the holes and the leaks, it should only take a few weeks. A few months later you will see, how happy I can be, baking cookies in my 87 trailer, and you'll be envious of me. I have time for easy livin' while you are constantly driven to clean the lovely island kitchen, dust the staircase, weed the garden, I'm not kiddin. So come with me to my cozy pad, it's warm, it's clean, not at all bad, sweet, short, simple, it is, the coziest home I've ever had.
Reason for writing:
I've seen people try to keep up with their big old houses and s
spend days cleaning just to do it all over again. I've seen
people clean their trailers in 3 hours, looks real good.
Birth sign: Gemini
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