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greenstormGreenie's brain says: fuck this! I'm tired, I moved over twenty tons of rock in the last three days with my own arms, it's SNOWING at the end of APRIL, I'm having mood swings, and I'm starving to death. Having gone to the store in perfectly dry weather and come back with provisions, I will now not go out in the snow. Instead I will make BBQ tofu, miso stew, and fried bananas to bring myself back up to caloric balance; turn up the heat; and maybe read a book or something while snuggled in my bed-- that or make an exhaustive list of types of fruit trees I want.
Fuck going out.
Fuck obsessing over boys who act like jerks.
Fuck hunting down a good restaurant.
Fuck trying to figure out who's free and accessible and wants to cuddle, getting dressed, and finding dry shoes.
That lightning strike was awesome. It set the car alarms off on the whole block. And the grass is now obscured by white.
It's also been a dry winter which means I spent today-- watering gardens because they were wilting. Yes. Same city.
I give up.
Fuck going out.
Fuck obsessing over boys who act like jerks.
Fuck hunting down a good restaurant.
Fuck trying to figure out who's free and accessible and wants to cuddle, getting dressed, and finding dry shoes.
That lightning strike was awesome. It set the car alarms off on the whole block. And the grass is now obscured by white.
It's also been a dry winter which means I spent today-- watering gardens because they were wilting. Yes. Same city.
I give up.
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Date: 2008-04-19 05:10 am (UTC)Fuck going out.
Fuck obsessing over boys who act like jerks.
Fuck going to the gym.
Fuck people who don't bother to find out even ONE side of a story before forming opinions.