I will now describe my youngest daughter's truth.

It is a bright blue trailer, nestled among two lanes of screeching traffic. The bums outside harmonize with the night sounds of badly tuned up cars, and the police sirens sing her to sleep.She makes so many friends because of all the nice people who crash their vehicles in her yard, and all the tow truck men know her by name.
Her yard is populated by lush goatheads and boyfriend, Don spends his time hollering at the weed wacker. The white floors of the trailer are charmingly dirty, no matter how many times she sweeps the floor, and the beautiful windows.....well....won't open. Hahaha!
Don got some carpet from the bar he works at and so when she gets more black lights her house it will look like a dance party! she already has a disco ball. And she has the most beautiful furniture! a reniassance bed, and her couch looks like one of those antique couches, it's all green.....they are good decorators! Her cat, Tarod Lord of Chaos, is around, but his brother Death Scooter ran away (or maybe roomates stole him because he disapeared under suspicious circumstances)Her job sucks,as the telemarketer from hell, but the people she works with are cool, and it's a pretty easy environment. Don has a job now, and two paper routes, so they should be able to pay off bills really soon, and then maybe go back to college!