you suck first.
Yesterday afternoon at work was so nice out and I was having a good time just hanging around outdoors and playing with all the cool new plants, until Charles came back and starting giving me a ridiculously hard time about nothing, literally. Thankfully Barbara came over and told him to shut up because one day he'd be dying of cardiac arrest and I'd be the one saving his life. Which was nice of her, although I don't think they've yet devised away to save lives by conjugating verbs or parsing sentences or whatever I end up doing. I was thinking that maybe I could just get six or seven degrees in varying fields, and then every morning I could wake up and decide what I wanted to do that day, and then I'd never get bored because I could be a linguist and a horticulturist and a power lines repairman and a truck driver all at the same time.
Then at night I went to the Space and saw a documentary of Patty Hearst and the SLA and came home and called my mother a fascist insect. It was the last time I'll see Wini for four months but I'll see Marissa tonight woo and maybe other fun kids too depending on what we dooo. And I just have six more days of work so that's good. And I have to leave now for another exciting day at the garden store. Yesterday I stole fudge and a cookie from them and I don't plan on ceasing my criminal ways, so take that Charles.
Then at night I went to the Space and saw a documentary of Patty Hearst and the SLA and came home and called my mother a fascist insect. It was the last time I'll see Wini for four months but I'll see Marissa tonight woo and maybe other fun kids too depending on what we dooo. And I just have six more days of work so that's good. And I have to leave now for another exciting day at the garden store. Yesterday I stole fudge and a cookie from them and I don't plan on ceasing my criminal ways, so take that Charles.