Summer '06: I
The most important point of this update is my new Angel-Wing begonia:
in the evening sunlight, it actually seems to glow fire-engine red.
My "phonecam" can't really capture it, in the background the areas of the plant giving off the effect look like a high contrast mishap.
My begonia will be the cornerstone of this balcony garden I'm planning.
my own eden on the second floor of a historic shanty.
leading to another note: Lauren M. and I are moving into the Capitol Grocery apartment in July.
I'm more excited about designing and furnishing this balcony than my bedroom.
I daydream about all activities this outdoor living room will accommodate - relaxing after work, possibly sleeping there at night during the summer, doing homework, fellatio, watching hurricanes, entertaining guests, entertaining myself with tequila.
though, Lauren's room will be the one to catch the Spanish Town parade.
I love my job. I'm finally confident in my choice for a major.
Mainly because it has validated my dream to eventually retire (in my mid-40's) a Woman of Leisure/Idle Wealth, spending the mornings working in the gardens and then the afternoons hosting cocktail parties there.
You really wouldn't believe how many women in Baton Rouge do this daily.
My coworkers are fun, the store's patrons are interesting (very mixed demographic), and i'm being paid to stroll around in a beautiful environment, tend to plants, and tell customers my opinion of what they should purchase.
There are elitists for every situation. Of course I'm attracted to them, the slightly disheveled, 30-something-aged landscape contractors/architects/firm owners who spend a bit more time than necessary in the store; cutting jokes about the Home-Depot garden department, giving their opinion at any opportunity, and basically making the nursery their own kingdom.
i'm unimpressed by their hot air, and this behavior in general, yet am still swooning due to bad judgment. young "broads" rarely learn their lesson.
in the evening sunlight, it actually seems to glow fire-engine red.
My "phonecam" can't really capture it, in the background the areas of the plant giving off the effect look like a high contrast mishap.
My begonia will be the cornerstone of this balcony garden I'm planning.
my own eden on the second floor of a historic shanty.
leading to another note: Lauren M. and I are moving into the Capitol Grocery apartment in July.
I'm more excited about designing and furnishing this balcony than my bedroom.
I daydream about all activities this outdoor living room will accommodate - relaxing after work, possibly sleeping there at night during the summer, doing homework, fellatio, watching hurricanes, entertaining guests, entertaining myself with tequila.
though, Lauren's room will be the one to catch the Spanish Town parade.
I love my job. I'm finally confident in my choice for a major.
Mainly because it has validated my dream to eventually retire (in my mid-40's) a Woman of Leisure/Idle Wealth, spending the mornings working in the gardens and then the afternoons hosting cocktail parties there.
You really wouldn't believe how many women in Baton Rouge do this daily.
My coworkers are fun, the store's patrons are interesting (very mixed demographic), and i'm being paid to stroll around in a beautiful environment, tend to plants, and tell customers my opinion of what they should purchase.
There are elitists for every situation. Of course I'm attracted to them, the slightly disheveled, 30-something-aged landscape contractors/architects/firm owners who spend a bit more time than necessary in the store; cutting jokes about the Home-Depot garden department, giving their opinion at any opportunity, and basically making the nursery their own kingdom.
i'm unimpressed by their hot air, and this behavior in general, yet am still swooning due to bad judgment. young "broads" rarely learn their lesson.