I'm a lumberjack and I'm okay...
...Sleep sometimes/and I work all day/I wear crappy clothes/eat crappy food/I have no social life/I just want to see my baby/someday she'll be my wiiiiife
yeah. I know. Monty Python would sue me. Who fuckin' cares, anyway. Except maybe I'd get to meet John Cleese. That'd be cool.
So over the last two days, we've been minor lumberjacks at work, cutting down trees in the alleyway between our building and the neighbor's. Hot sweaty work in the sun with dirt and old sawdust falling on us. Oh, and bird poo. I had a lil birdy buddy yesterday - we made him and his family homeless by tearing down their tree and it was sad. I saw him in a bush and went to look and he hopped on my finger and sat there. So I looked at him closer and he jumped on my shoulder and I said "Arr" to him coz I felt like a pirate with a pseudo-parrot on my shoulder except he din't say 'shiver me timbers' or anything like that, just 'cheep'. So I ended up throwing him up into a huge clump of ivy that we couldn't reach. Boy, his parents were happy at that. They went and sat by him and stuff and quit being agitated. I'm pretty sure he'll die anyway without a nest but I'm hoping I helped give him a chance at least. It was better than squashing his head or something like that. I don't like snuffing critters as much as I used to when we lived at the farm.
Our rental house isn't selling. The buyer got cold feet about the rental contract (I think it's an excuse, although the contract is shit) and pulled out the day before her 'remorse deposit' kicked in, the remorse deposit being our recompensation for taking the house off the market while we negotiated with her.
So yeah, that fucks a lot of things up. Yet, I'm glad that I didn't get my hopes up too high about it until the contract was signed and cash in hand because I can't afford to make plans around such an event until it happens.
Mom wants to help me build a ghetto recording studio here in the Basement of Doom. I told her about planning on taking music lessons and she jumped on the idea. Funny she's never really seemed interested in encouraging my music hobby or anything. It's a nice thought, though. We'll see.
I downloaded Duke Nukem 3D and UFO-XCOM 2 for kicks and XCOM is buggy, which is unfortunate because I missed playing the original. DN satisfies, as always, yet I find myself yearning for a Starcraft 3 or Halo 2. Yes. There had better be a Cortana Digital Bikini mod or I shall pout.
Anyway, I'm dirty and smelly and miss my baby. I'm lonely and hungry and exharusted and sleepy and miss my baby. I gotta go buy a fonecard now, so I guess until next time, eh?
Before I go, I want to take the time to thank myself for using this LJ again as a place to sort my thoughts and be alone... I guess an upside to not making entries for months is that no-one expects me to and so I feel okay in the fact that it's doubtful that anyone would bother to read it, which is okay with me for now. I really don't want people knowing much about how I'm doing and feeling and acting right now. I don't know why. Maybe it will pass, but for now, I'm just thankful I'm taking the time to do this.
Until next time.
yeah. I know. Monty Python would sue me. Who fuckin' cares, anyway. Except maybe I'd get to meet John Cleese. That'd be cool.
So over the last two days, we've been minor lumberjacks at work, cutting down trees in the alleyway between our building and the neighbor's. Hot sweaty work in the sun with dirt and old sawdust falling on us. Oh, and bird poo. I had a lil birdy buddy yesterday - we made him and his family homeless by tearing down their tree and it was sad. I saw him in a bush and went to look and he hopped on my finger and sat there. So I looked at him closer and he jumped on my shoulder and I said "Arr" to him coz I felt like a pirate with a pseudo-parrot on my shoulder except he din't say 'shiver me timbers' or anything like that, just 'cheep'. So I ended up throwing him up into a huge clump of ivy that we couldn't reach. Boy, his parents were happy at that. They went and sat by him and stuff and quit being agitated. I'm pretty sure he'll die anyway without a nest but I'm hoping I helped give him a chance at least. It was better than squashing his head or something like that. I don't like snuffing critters as much as I used to when we lived at the farm.
Our rental house isn't selling. The buyer got cold feet about the rental contract (I think it's an excuse, although the contract is shit) and pulled out the day before her 'remorse deposit' kicked in, the remorse deposit being our recompensation for taking the house off the market while we negotiated with her.
So yeah, that fucks a lot of things up. Yet, I'm glad that I didn't get my hopes up too high about it until the contract was signed and cash in hand because I can't afford to make plans around such an event until it happens.
Mom wants to help me build a ghetto recording studio here in the Basement of Doom. I told her about planning on taking music lessons and she jumped on the idea. Funny she's never really seemed interested in encouraging my music hobby or anything. It's a nice thought, though. We'll see.
I downloaded Duke Nukem 3D and UFO-XCOM 2 for kicks and XCOM is buggy, which is unfortunate because I missed playing the original. DN satisfies, as always, yet I find myself yearning for a Starcraft 3 or Halo 2. Yes. There had better be a Cortana Digital Bikini mod or I shall pout.
Anyway, I'm dirty and smelly and miss my baby. I'm lonely and hungry and exharusted and sleepy and miss my baby. I gotta go buy a fonecard now, so I guess until next time, eh?
Before I go, I want to take the time to thank myself for using this LJ again as a place to sort my thoughts and be alone... I guess an upside to not making entries for months is that no-one expects me to and so I feel okay in the fact that it's doubtful that anyone would bother to read it, which is okay with me for now. I really don't want people knowing much about how I'm doing and feeling and acting right now. I don't know why. Maybe it will pass, but for now, I'm just thankful I'm taking the time to do this.
Until next time.