awww defeated by linear time
My plan to document my life one year at a time until my birthday has faltered horribly. there is no way i can cram the next twenty years into the next week so i have decided to abandon the deadline and just tootle along at a pace that can work. So probably about the next month or so. Its also because i can't find the photo albumn with 1989 in it. I know its here somewhere and it contains my mullet.
In addition i had to re-think how i was going to write about my teenage years since i still know lots of those people and dont want to offend them in such a public forum. Maybe a fictional account of the past is the only way to tell some truths, haha, no im definately going to have some fun tearing into some people... with 'in my opinion'... before every sentence and a disclaimer at the bottom so that i don't run foul of defamation and libel laws.
For example 'In my opinion Justin is a fucking cock sucking scrote of the lowest order with no will of his own, even as a teenager he lacked the basic elements of a personality and thrived entirely on reacting to his surroundings in ways that best suited his short term survival, i truly hope that this has worked out for him and that his survival was both short term and needlessly tragic'
The other main reason for this is...believe it or not... living at home...hahaha.
I have been unable to get near the computer in the last week because of all the jobs i have been given to do and because my mother is desperately researching and booking hotels for my parents five week holiday. The internet connection has been taken up all day for the last week as she tears her hair out trying to access websites with our useless dial up connection. In the end the telephone has become the means of communication of choice. Its amazing but the telephone is actually better for getting lower prices than any internet site, haggling it seems is still alive and well.
My jobs this week have been... Digging the garden, re-plumbing a dental surgery, planning a route to drive from SF to Napa to Yosemite, tracking down a new battery for my dads camera, writings letters to our solicitor about property registration and most importantly...going out and regularly checking that the pump down in the septic tank isn't overheating...woo hoo. the poo stick has been brought out of retirement
But on Friday...huzzah... i'll have a free house forthe next five weeks, like home alone with a large unshaven man child drinking in his dressing gown and hurling abouse at the chirpy moring birds. I shall achieve the zenith of human evolution.