i totally chopped down a tree this weekend.
(and by chopped i mean “cut down with a chain saw,” and by tree i mean “an adequately-sized tree, probably not big enough to kill a man, but definitely large enough to seriously maim someone…”)
it may have looked unimpressive to most, but it really meant a lot to me. i have always wanted to do that. and seth said i looked hot with a chain saw, so there. we spent the weekend up up up away from the city at my parents house in ashland and we worked for a little bit dragging brush and setting fires and washing cars and moving heavy objects and various other chores. it felt gooooood.
there were no moving pictures on a screen in front of us. there were no sirens. there were no unfriendly transexual crossdresser servers at the drive-thru. there were only cheerful grocery store clerks, body-breaking assignments and the outside — with the smell of the country. ’twas fantastic. we had breakfast in the big open room with the glass doors for walls and we watched our puppies play outside with the hummingbirds. at night we watched a video from our senior prom, which was, as the 2000 theme suggested, Almost Paradise. No, we weren’t together then. Seth threw up a little afterward. Probably from the joy brought on by memories.
i want to live in the country.
but in the meantime, i have a new job to start tomorrow. and i need your help. i am not woman enough to fill out the clothes in the misses department, an at the same time, i do not enjoy the bedazzled, frayed, glittered and/or torn hip-hugging “business casual” clothes of the junior department. i have outgrown all the clothes i bought two years ago before they required all garments to be sanded before sold. this is quite a serious problem. petite sizes that i’ve found, (which apparently come only in size P8???) are also a no-go. all you fashion-savvies…get to work. you have to dress me.
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