And so it begins.
This time the beginning is of serious work. I am dirty and smelly. And not the dirty I usually am. Well, sorry. The dirty I usually am in the "Corey, you have dirt on you" is still accurate, only it is taken to an extreme. I spent most of the day digging. First with a shovel and a pick, and then with a bacco (sp?) some, and then back to with a shovel and a pick, with the result that there is now a 7'6" trench, about 20' long. I have three blisters in a cluster on my left thumb, which confuses me, because I'm sure that they ought to just be one big blister.
Tonight I am going to Dreyfus land. I'm fairly certain that we're sharing poetry again, which is cool because I bought a notebook while I was in Barcelona and have been writing in it. Then I wrote more on the plane home. And some of it I like quite a bit.
My chest hair is just about back to normal, except spikey. My leg and armpit hair has a ways to go, and is also spikey. Which makes my arm pit sore. And which also made Laura sore when we were sleeping, 'cause, y'know, it's spikey.
Oh, I forgot to mention: my dad thought it was so funny that my little girly hands were doing man-work that he decided to take pictures of me working. I will post those when they are developed. Or something. Now I am going to take a shower. And maybe kill you in your sleep. I mean . . . ummm . . . maybe *not* kill you in you're sleep . . . fucked that one up, too . . . just not kill you in your sleep. Yet. This tangent really needs to end.
My dad's decided that he may pierce his wee-wee for the second time. I told him that if he does, he should take me with him and we can make it a family piercing trip. Speaking of, my ears are now done being crusty. That happened sometime while I was in Ireland. They are both very happy now.
Soon Zwade (the car, not Sarah's fixation) may in fact be my mother's, and not mine at all, as she decided that she likes it too much. Which means I will likely end up with a Jeep, as that was the original plan and there's an inexpensive Jeep for sale. Shane may get a Harley, as it is outrageously cheap. If this happens, I will be getting my motorcycle license, as well, and will frequently ride said bike. I'm getting wet just thinking about it.
Tonight I am going to Dreyfus land. I'm fairly certain that we're sharing poetry again, which is cool because I bought a notebook while I was in Barcelona and have been writing in it. Then I wrote more on the plane home. And some of it I like quite a bit.
My chest hair is just about back to normal, except spikey. My leg and armpit hair has a ways to go, and is also spikey. Which makes my arm pit sore. And which also made Laura sore when we were sleeping, 'cause, y'know, it's spikey.
Oh, I forgot to mention: my dad thought it was so funny that my little girly hands were doing man-work that he decided to take pictures of me working. I will post those when they are developed. Or something. Now I am going to take a shower. And maybe kill you in your sleep. I mean . . . ummm . . . maybe *not* kill you in you're sleep . . . fucked that one up, too . . . just not kill you in your sleep. Yet. This tangent really needs to end.
My dad's decided that he may pierce his wee-wee for the second time. I told him that if he does, he should take me with him and we can make it a family piercing trip. Speaking of, my ears are now done being crusty. That happened sometime while I was in Ireland. They are both very happy now.
Soon Zwade (the car, not Sarah's fixation) may in fact be my mother's, and not mine at all, as she decided that she likes it too much. Which means I will likely end up with a Jeep, as that was the original plan and there's an inexpensive Jeep for sale. Shane may get a Harley, as it is outrageously cheap. If this happens, I will be getting my motorcycle license, as well, and will frequently ride said bike. I'm getting wet just thinking about it.