just today, noticed front yard garden hose gone missing.
lately, someone has been putting trash in my garbage can.
really do not wanna interact with precious lil "people".
there is only one of me.
install hidden camera. forensic scientist, please dust for fingerprints.
booby trap, like "home alone" movie
it's like i have to bolt down everything above
salvage value
to the ground.
that's totally ghetto. suspect the squatters next door. they just moved in a month ago. everyone else appears to been here for much longer. garden hose only about 30 f*****g bucks s**t. if they were to have asked, i would've been happy to let them borrow it.
grand theft garden hose
don't wanna accuse them. in sixth grade i accused someone of stealing something and i was wrong. an entire stampede of their lil cronies physically assaulted me at bus stop. 37, thought about it every day.
s**t i don't know if he has a gun, felony conviction, gang, mental illness. the worst case scenario is
subject to imagination
the best thing that could happen is nothing bad happens
gambling
"life" is a f*****g farce, s**t.
"sideways stories from wayside school"
"cloudy with a chance of meatballs"
"where the wild things are"
"choose your own adventure"
dead end "life"
dead end job
all is not lost
it is not the end of the world
y2k wasn't the end of the world either.
what jobs don't require dressing up?
plumber, stripper
considering looking for a job
my current job hired me for Freight. involuntarily reclassified to Lot Attendant. constantly outside. rain forecasted starting this week.
rain, frozen banana, chocolate, wheat bread, emotional, jeans, polyester, trigger eczema flare ups
itching intensely
coronovirus is
survival of the fittest
time
graceful degradation,
not progressive enhancement, is the best i can attempt for
many times, i attempt something and then fail.
for example, i tried to continue living. and it didn't work.
"life" skills
don't know how to fix: phone, printer, washer, dryer, garbage disposal, blinds.
"life" gone sideways.
can't gain traction
going nowhere in "life"
hopeless
unemployable
"one bright day in the middle of the night, two dead men got up to fight"
everything i try to do is like "you can't make a silk purse out of a sows ear"
competing nature versus nurture
exhausted all the options a longfuck time ago
cotillion
finishing school