Nothing but trees...
So, an odd, eccentric, stressful, yet somehow rather fun weekend. Saw my family in Acworth. Jumped on an 'effin trampoline. Bejeebus, that was fun. Got sand between my toes, wind in my hair. Good weekend.
Start of this week? Not so much.
Well, Monday was ok. I washed out my interior. As in, hosed down the seats. Got burned to shit while I did it. I am determined to NOT be that pasty white boy this summer. I'm gonna be sunnin' it up, biotches!
But then, today, almost all to shit.
Drunken mother calling me all day, people calling me because of what she did while she was under aforementioned influence, and bums 'n' hobos getting all up in my grill. yo. feel me, gee?
I feel bad for what I had to do. I yelled at far too many people today. I know, karma is going to bite me in the ass, and the rest of my week is going to suck. I'll have to suck it up though, and take life where the sun don't shine. Like a man. A very small, petite man. In prison.
On Mr. Brightside though, I now have new strings and a strap for my acoustic, and tomorrow, after I fix the water leak under the house, I get to sand down the bridge, fill in the cracks, and hopefully in the next few weeks I can finally stain it.
YAY MUSIC!!
I had the best drive today though. Trees and fields. I let the windows down, the music up, and coasted. I'm definatly retracing my steps and getting lost this weekend. Probably Saturday. I'm trying to get a Sunday lakeside BBQ together. Again, though, all I could think about through the drive was sharing with someone. Alas, yes, it happened. But then, I decided, I won't let that spoil the beautiful view, and I marched on, smiling. I think. Maybe it was gas...
I still can't eat though.. It's starting to bother me. Almost a week now, I take a few bites of something, and then I just get really sick. Or sometimes, I'll make food that I think I want, or I go order it somewhere, and then I look at it. that's it. I look at it. I can't even bring myself to take a bite. Like staring at a bowl of steaming pig crap, while starving. You know you need to eat, but goddamnit, you just can't take a bit.
I think I'm done for now. I have no more commentary I wish to let out yet.
Start of this week? Not so much.
Well, Monday was ok. I washed out my interior. As in, hosed down the seats. Got burned to shit while I did it. I am determined to NOT be that pasty white boy this summer. I'm gonna be sunnin' it up, biotches!
But then, today, almost all to shit.
Drunken mother calling me all day, people calling me because of what she did while she was under aforementioned influence, and bums 'n' hobos getting all up in my grill. yo. feel me, gee?
I feel bad for what I had to do. I yelled at far too many people today. I know, karma is going to bite me in the ass, and the rest of my week is going to suck. I'll have to suck it up though, and take life where the sun don't shine. Like a man. A very small, petite man. In prison.
On Mr. Brightside though, I now have new strings and a strap for my acoustic, and tomorrow, after I fix the water leak under the house, I get to sand down the bridge, fill in the cracks, and hopefully in the next few weeks I can finally stain it.
YAY MUSIC!!
I had the best drive today though. Trees and fields. I let the windows down, the music up, and coasted. I'm definatly retracing my steps and getting lost this weekend. Probably Saturday. I'm trying to get a Sunday lakeside BBQ together. Again, though, all I could think about through the drive was sharing with someone. Alas, yes, it happened. But then, I decided, I won't let that spoil the beautiful view, and I marched on, smiling. I think. Maybe it was gas...
I still can't eat though.. It's starting to bother me. Almost a week now, I take a few bites of something, and then I just get really sick. Or sometimes, I'll make food that I think I want, or I go order it somewhere, and then I look at it. that's it. I look at it. I can't even bring myself to take a bite. Like staring at a bowl of steaming pig crap, while starving. You know you need to eat, but goddamnit, you just can't take a bit.
I think I'm done for now. I have no more commentary I wish to let out yet.