And yesterday I was able to do the yardwork I planned on doing: Mowing and feeding both lawns. (Funny story: I thought I wasn't going to be able to mow the lawns because the lawnmower wouldn't start. I was getting ready to just feed, but I pulled the cord and it finally started. It took about 20 minutes off and on. I thought Father took out the sparkplug or something. I hadn't used it in a long time, but I didn't think that the mower would die or something.) And I still feel like I have an overwhelming amount of stuff to do. Cleaning the electrostatic cells remain a burden in my mind. And there really isn't any pressing matter I have to do, but those damn cells and the tick-tick-ticking sound they continue to make still bother the hell out of me.
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One of my stripper friends, *****e*, moved from Minnesota to Miami a few years ago without telling me. But I follow her on Twitter. It looks like she is building a career as a social media-savvy escort. Anyway, on Sunday I stumbled upon a tweet of her, outside on the beach on a cloudy day with a fanny pack on, flashing her humongous tits on her cellphone. And I said, "Yep, gotta jerk off to that." And I did.
And I still feel overwhelmed at all the stuff I think I need to do.
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