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As forecasted, I got an email from Mr. Kevin tonight, asking to spend time with me next week on my week off from work. He's comming over to help me install my fence on Thursday, which in my mind I kind of wrote off as pretty much a dead day-- its going to take awhile to put in the fence, take the old one out, set cement, do landscaping, ect ect ect ect ect.
I don't get that much vacation off from work. In fact I think it was last fall since i have taken a break. My theory on that, in another rant. I have the week off, I want to spend the week in dirty jeans, a t-shirt, working on things I WANT TO DO. I don't want to spend the time sitting on a couch, watching movies while someone fondels me, for kicks. Sorry for being blunt, but that is how it is. I want to cook dinners for myself, sit on the poarch naked and drink wine. Smoke. Smoke pot. Watch time slowly pass from one day to the next. Paint. Work on ATC's (Artist Trading Cards). Scrapbook, masterbate. Is that too much to fucking ask, to be left alone?? Sorry if I am selfish, sorry if I am a private person. Sorry if I am eddie-pie hands, but that is the way it is. I don't make the rules.
Felt better this a.m., and ended up starting the round robin of multi-tasking like a mother fucker. Chopped down the apple tree, worked on stripping a piece of furniture, and then decided to remove all the rock from my back walk, and work on putting pavers down. Talked to my funky neighbors behind me. They are quite fun. Throw that down on the list of projects---
Also tried to see if Borris could fly. Nope. Can't fly. But he sure liked the outdoors!
I don't get that much vacation off from work. In fact I think it was last fall since i have taken a break. My theory on that, in another rant. I have the week off, I want to spend the week in dirty jeans, a t-shirt, working on things I WANT TO DO. I don't want to spend the time sitting on a couch, watching movies while someone fondels me, for kicks. Sorry for being blunt, but that is how it is. I want to cook dinners for myself, sit on the poarch naked and drink wine. Smoke. Smoke pot. Watch time slowly pass from one day to the next. Paint. Work on ATC's (Artist Trading Cards). Scrapbook, masterbate. Is that too much to fucking ask, to be left alone?? Sorry if I am selfish, sorry if I am a private person. Sorry if I am eddie-pie hands, but that is the way it is. I don't make the rules.
Felt better this a.m., and ended up starting the round robin of multi-tasking like a mother fucker. Chopped down the apple tree, worked on stripping a piece of furniture, and then decided to remove all the rock from my back walk, and work on putting pavers down. Talked to my funky neighbors behind me. They are quite fun. Throw that down on the list of projects---
Also tried to see if Borris could fly. Nope. Can't fly. But he sure liked the outdoors!
