discolé monade

no. just the other fountain. there's a leak somewhere in the basin, but can't seem to get repaired. so, made it into a flower/plant bed. the friend garden.

no, but now i have to drain that damn fountain. again. hopefully this week. pretty sure i start work next week.

fuck shitty neighbors. they can go to hell. they can go to hell, and die.

just queud it. checking on 'ingress' now.

oh shit. we didn't get a pic. friday. for prosperity. i can't wait to see it in a couple weeks.

ok, now you're just talking, to be talking.

ooh la la. that's noice.

wait. that's a good thing, right?

no...she really isn't. but, i've already accepted blame for the additional 5lbs she may have packed on over here. i regret nothing.

thank you.

i just travel ALL THE TIME. i don't know nuthin' 'bout birthin' no trip tickets. **i'll show myself out**

you all are more than welcome to take food back with you. i know my cheesecake came out not great, and in my defense, i was trying to show the girl how to make it, and work in a tiny space, and let anxiety of not being able~eh... you all are more than welcome to take some containers back with you. just need the containers back. *because i forgot to buy some extra*

and that would be genius, if she weren't traveling out to e. bumfuck georgia. because that is literally where she has to travel to from the 'college' town.

i like your style. walking the treadmill, while nibbling on a toaster strudel. that'll show 'em.

'look at that dumb broad. thinking a 'breakfast hot pocket' is somehow fine cuisine.' fuck people.

i meant to ask you, but did you call the home office, and let them know this? because they may not know this. like maybe they're using 'linear' miles? iono...companies are stupid.

as they judge you, you can judge them 'okay helen, not really sure you need that 3rd breakfast danish, but whatevs.'

the dude.

i'm pretty sure, they have plotted your demise.

^although there is something 'not' terrible about the joots.

georgia 'squeeters mang.

i'm never not going to post these guys. after i left va. beach, i couldn't comprehend how the rest of the country hadn't really heard of them if only for a brief moment in time.

what in the actual fuck is this?

no...i want to say this game was '83? '84?. but then again...it could have been that particular game referencing that game, because there was only like 2 minutes left? eh...iono.

liar. you're a liar and a cheat, bootstrap.