...i love my life.
i woke up at seven. yes, a.m. i proceeded to clean my kitchen, clean my fridge, clean my basement and clean my fridge all over again. i ate leftover tacos--by which i mean tacos made of leftovers. trust me, it was delicious.
but it only got better!
i hit up the farm and learn the irrigation sitch and i hit up the homestead and drank beer. and planted unusual herbs. ((shit if i could get people to do my grunt work!!))
and then i allowed my grandparents to feed me while i ranted politics and then i sped around town while mildly drunk and now i am in a basement typing after sipping and scheming and ...really in the end, contemplating bed.
guess what... i love my life.
yeah, i might have problems...but at least my life has character.
the fact that i sound like i should be on someones bumper is upsetting.
either way! its true!!!!!