Dawn's Digression.
Tuesday, March 12, 2002
Dang. Bitterroot kinda rocks. I'm jammin'.
It looks like I'm moving in with the little lady. (I'm sure I'll come up with a better term for her. Give me time) I freaked my shit for a few days. I did. I'll admit it. Now that the decision has been made, it's all good, though. I'm sure it'll be fine. Half the time I'll want to kill her, the other half she'll want to kill me. *shrug* And such is life. Now I'm just living up my last days of being footloose and fancy free. You know, singing loudly, talking out loud to the cats and pretending like they answer. That kind of thing.
I did actually dig up the flower bed. It was great fun. Not as horrible as I imagined it. And I mean that. I am normally opposed to any kind of physical work, but I enjoyed that. My problem is that I'm kinda anal, and I can't get the dirt absolutely perfect. I was out there for hours. And I only did a pretty short stretch of it. I'm going to guess maybe 10 feet. Maybe. I think my girlfriend got a kick out of me because I replanted some weeds. There were a plethora of them, and they seemed quite happy to be in the flowerbed. So, I just replanted them in their own little section of the bed. Seemed a shame to judge them as merely 'weeds' and kill them. I don't want to be judged like that. I was being respectful of the weeds. And I suppose this is humorous. I don't mind being that kind of dorky. The weeds looked dead when I left there the other day. I fear my attempt at saving life was in vain. But that's okay.
It looks like I'm moving in with the little lady. (I'm sure I'll come up with a better term for her. Give me time) I freaked my shit for a few days. I did. I'll admit it. Now that the decision has been made, it's all good, though. I'm sure it'll be fine. Half the time I'll want to kill her, the other half she'll want to kill me. *shrug* And such is life. Now I'm just living up my last days of being footloose and fancy free. You know, singing loudly, talking out loud to the cats and pretending like they answer. That kind of thing.
I did actually dig up the flower bed. It was great fun. Not as horrible as I imagined it. And I mean that. I am normally opposed to any kind of physical work, but I enjoyed that. My problem is that I'm kinda anal, and I can't get the dirt absolutely perfect. I was out there for hours. And I only did a pretty short stretch of it. I'm going to guess maybe 10 feet. Maybe. I think my girlfriend got a kick out of me because I replanted some weeds. There were a plethora of them, and they seemed quite happy to be in the flowerbed. So, I just replanted them in their own little section of the bed. Seemed a shame to judge them as merely 'weeds' and kill them. I don't want to be judged like that. I was being respectful of the weeds. And I suppose this is humorous. I don't mind being that kind of dorky. The weeds looked dead when I left there the other day. I fear my attempt at saving life was in vain. But that's okay.
Dawn, 10:02 PM
