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syncope at 04:51pm on 09/05/2010
syncope at 04:51pm on 09/05/2010I have yet to see this week's The Vampire Diaries or Doctor Who, maybe tonight?
Today was Mother's Day, AKA The Day I Do Shit I Normally Bitch About With A Smile. I spent most of the day out at the farm, which wasn't really bad since the weather's that super bright, wide-skied, sharp spring time that I never had when I was growing up. I believe they call this The Seasons.
I had an extended conversation about geese and gosslings. Y'all, I effin' HATE birds. I could not be more indifferent to bird watching if I was in a coma. But today I had many opinions about not only geese having a turf war but also redwing black birds alighting on hawks' backs (I mean, what?), martin houses, and what kind of bird's egg was in a nest.
But the fun never ends! Then I planted tomatoes and moved rocks. GET ME OFF THIS WHIRLY-GIG OF DISCO MADNESS!
Then I cooked my grandmother's super shitty spaghatta nahdle sahse. She was the WORST cook I have ever known (until I moved to Canada, sorry, it's harsh but true). She put cinnamon in her spaghetti. Yeah, I don't even fucking know, man. But we like it! I don't consider it actual spaghetti but this crap grandma made. Anyway, apparently the power of the crap sauce is now mine, so I have to wield it with Great Thought (meaning: only on special occasions such as Mother's Day).
On the way home I was flipping the radio channels and heard this lyric (being screamed by like a crap hard rock singer): It might have been the cocaine. Pro-tip--if this thought ever crosses your mind? It was the cocaine.
ETA: THE SKARSGARDS ARE GOING TO BE IN LARS VAN TRIER'S NEW MOVIE TOGETHER? WOW, THAT MIGHT BE THE WORST THING TO HAPPEN TO ME THIS WEEK.
Today was Mother's Day, AKA The Day I Do Shit I Normally Bitch About With A Smile. I spent most of the day out at the farm, which wasn't really bad since the weather's that super bright, wide-skied, sharp spring time that I never had when I was growing up. I believe they call this The Seasons.
I had an extended conversation about geese and gosslings. Y'all, I effin' HATE birds. I could not be more indifferent to bird watching if I was in a coma. But today I had many opinions about not only geese having a turf war but also redwing black birds alighting on hawks' backs (I mean, what?), martin houses, and what kind of bird's egg was in a nest.
But the fun never ends! Then I planted tomatoes and moved rocks. GET ME OFF THIS WHIRLY-GIG OF DISCO MADNESS!
Then I cooked my grandmother's super shitty spaghatta nahdle sahse. She was the WORST cook I have ever known (until I moved to Canada, sorry, it's harsh but true). She put cinnamon in her spaghetti. Yeah, I don't even fucking know, man. But we like it! I don't consider it actual spaghetti but this crap grandma made. Anyway, apparently the power of the crap sauce is now mine, so I have to wield it with Great Thought (meaning: only on special occasions such as Mother's Day).
On the way home I was flipping the radio channels and heard this lyric (being screamed by like a crap hard rock singer): It might have been the cocaine. Pro-tip--if this thought ever crosses your mind? It was the cocaine.
ETA: THE SKARSGARDS ARE GOING TO BE IN LARS VAN TRIER'S NEW MOVIE TOGETHER? WOW, THAT MIGHT BE THE WORST THING TO HAPPEN TO ME THIS WEEK.
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