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while it took a dip into terror and stress (debt) my summer has rocketed back, and promises to be even better than it was before. i have a little bit of money to live off until monday, when i'll move myself and my small everyday shit to my aunts house in tempe. she'll give me a little more money, and i'll start my new job, that pays a theoretical 12 dollars an hour. by the time i'm done housesitting for my aunt, it'll be time to move to the new house.
i'm going to be living in awatukee for 5 more days! it's crazy, but not nearly as crazy as it's going to be when my dad sells the current house-the one i've lived in for almost 16 years, and moves to chandler.
i can't even imagine what it must feel like to sell the house you raised 3 children in. there's so much tied to this house for my dad.
i should not start thinking about life stages. there's too much fodder for it all around. if i started thinking about it the thoughts would snowball until they crush me. instead i'm going to stay focused on the coming weeks. and that steffans finally fucking back!! brown, snake-bitten, but back. it's about time.
"Could you try not aiming so much?" He asked me, still standing there "If you hit him when you aim, it'll just be luck"
"How can it be luck if I aim?"
"Because it will be" he said. "You'll be glad if you hit his marble won't you? Won't you be glad? And if you're glad when you hit somebody's marble, then you sort of secretly didn't expect too much to do it. So there'd have to be some luck in it, thre'd have to be slightly quite a lot of accident in it."
i'm going to be living in awatukee for 5 more days! it's crazy, but not nearly as crazy as it's going to be when my dad sells the current house-the one i've lived in for almost 16 years, and moves to chandler.
i can't even imagine what it must feel like to sell the house you raised 3 children in. there's so much tied to this house for my dad.
i should not start thinking about life stages. there's too much fodder for it all around. if i started thinking about it the thoughts would snowball until they crush me. instead i'm going to stay focused on the coming weeks. and that steffans finally fucking back!! brown, snake-bitten, but back. it's about time.
"Could you try not aiming so much?" He asked me, still standing there "If you hit him when you aim, it'll just be luck"
"How can it be luck if I aim?"
"Because it will be" he said. "You'll be glad if you hit his marble won't you? Won't you be glad? And if you're glad when you hit somebody's marble, then you sort of secretly didn't expect too much to do it. So there'd have to be some luck in it, thre'd have to be slightly quite a lot of accident in it."