at this stage people are thinking about their lives and beginning them. the first friends with families start popping up. i've seen so many happy beautiful people i grew up with taking care and enjoying their children. that's so awesome. what a great way to spend life. some of us have great lives and they are just different. different worlds all over the world.
a house a pick up and a car. land with an isolated house on it. turn that shit into a nature preserve so no one could live there but me. i'd have a pick up truck for the sole purpose of hauling my speed boat for when i want to fucking cruise the coast. and what i'm going to do to attain that is as little as possible. i've decided to skip a further degree and just learn the shit and fill in the details, ie names of things, history, later.
if i were magic i would just have magic powers so i could say, *ding happy city *ding no more machine guns *ding world peace. this way we all wouldnt really have to do anything and we would live in a utopia. see 4 1/2 years in vermont and i'm already a hippie.
when i go do my thing in the evening to study the plants and birds i put on what ever crap i can find. i just dont have time to look like a naturalist. how wrong is it that my other hobby is style. haay.
i'll get out my issue of vermont weekend update my non existent column that is here for a few more weeks until it is called the the boston area weekend update. i know it's lame but, apparently to prove to companies that you are a writer you have to have some kind of proof. capitalists. so i have decided to write about my weekends and maybe it will give me more reasons to do stuff. or i may lie and say i'm writing about it and just not posting it. who can say what will happen.
all that and i'm almost a year pregnant with joy for my future companion animal. it takes about 2 to 3 more years to completely gestate but it will all be worth it for the birth of little Sparrow Marie. she is a grey toy poodle who has perfect manners and is always happy. there. no biggie. sparrow and i will work our way through a few apartments and jobs and relationships before we reach our nature preserve where no one else can live. it will be worth it as well for S.P. Marie and I to hop out of my corvette and into my beat up awesome truck with the speedboat hooked up, some chips, and some cans of soda straight to the coast line. not so much a family person i guess. not like having one wouldn't be just as much fun to have people to hang out with on my speedboat. work all summer spring and fall. take off during the winter. hole up or go on mad vacations. sigh this wasn't my weekend update so this means i have to write again before friday. gross.
a house a pick up and a car. land with an isolated house on it. turn that shit into a nature preserve so no one could live there but me. i'd have a pick up truck for the sole purpose of hauling my speed boat for when i want to fucking cruise the coast. and what i'm going to do to attain that is as little as possible. i've decided to skip a further degree and just learn the shit and fill in the details, ie names of things, history, later.
if i were magic i would just have magic powers so i could say, *ding happy city *ding no more machine guns *ding world peace. this way we all wouldnt really have to do anything and we would live in a utopia. see 4 1/2 years in vermont and i'm already a hippie.
when i go do my thing in the evening to study the plants and birds i put on what ever crap i can find. i just dont have time to look like a naturalist. how wrong is it that my other hobby is style. haay.
i'll get out my issue of vermont weekend update my non existent column that is here for a few more weeks until it is called the the boston area weekend update. i know it's lame but, apparently to prove to companies that you are a writer you have to have some kind of proof. capitalists. so i have decided to write about my weekends and maybe it will give me more reasons to do stuff. or i may lie and say i'm writing about it and just not posting it. who can say what will happen.
all that and i'm almost a year pregnant with joy for my future companion animal. it takes about 2 to 3 more years to completely gestate but it will all be worth it for the birth of little Sparrow Marie. she is a grey toy poodle who has perfect manners and is always happy. there. no biggie. sparrow and i will work our way through a few apartments and jobs and relationships before we reach our nature preserve where no one else can live. it will be worth it as well for S.P. Marie and I to hop out of my corvette and into my beat up awesome truck with the speedboat hooked up, some chips, and some cans of soda straight to the coast line. not so much a family person i guess. not like having one wouldn't be just as much fun to have people to hang out with on my speedboat. work all summer spring and fall. take off during the winter. hole up or go on mad vacations. sigh this wasn't my weekend update so this means i have to write again before friday. gross.
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