Several weeks after I turn twenty-five.

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I would like to put up some pictures of my house because I am often proud to be living in it. Sometimes I think, this is a really great house surrounded by beautiful landscape. But when I weed the garden, I just throw them all in a pile and leave them there. I tell myself it's good for the soil. The weeds rob the soil of its surface nutrients, and by pulling the weeds and placing them on the soil's surface, I am giving nutrients back to the soil. But it looks really bad. Sort of like a pile of rotting vegetables. It looks so gross, I would rather study its vulgarity for eternity than cover it or get close enough to it to move it somewhere else. Of course it won't be an eternity. I am sometimes proud of the house because of its potential. It really has potential.

I cannot put up pictures because I loaned my camera to someone a half-year ago and stormed in to his house in the middle of the night drunk demanding it back after he'd had it for a few days. After almost killing each other, he gave me the camera with the condition that I never step foot in his house again ever. He unfortunately forgot to give me the cable I need to hook it up to the computer. Don't get the wrong idea though, we're still friends and I go over to his house all the time. I just forget to ask for the cable back.

In other news, I started reading books again and we found a piano.