Adventures in Weed Eating
I’ve undergone an immense amount of wander-wondering in the past few days. Through this experience I created my own understanding of hell. It is a most torturous place where tenants are forced to continuously weed-eat one spot of grass only to have the weeds just cut instantaneously grow back. What an eternity that would be! My cheeks are embedded with remnants of grass. My nose is quite possibly broken in several spots from rock spinning target practice. My body is a mess of ripped cartilage and torn muscle. My right fingers have serious carpol tunnel. And I have to wake up at 6:30 A.M. Not quite hell, but VERY VERY close. 85 days seems like eternity. PRAY FOR RAIN.posted by Melissa at
22:46
3 comment(s):
I hear you-weed-eating sounds terrible. I will keep rain in my prayers. PS. I think we should get office jobs next summer.
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Diane, at
5/19/2005 9:14 PM
You sound like you could use some words of encouragement. So here it goes: Don't die.
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Brett, at
5/20/2005 3:32 PM
Thanks for the praying Di, if I come back we're going to be mad typists next summer. And B-Rett, if I do die in a vicious land-scaping disaster, I'm sure I'll think of you, and how I would never get the chance to marry you.
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Melissa, at
5/20/2005 4:50 PM
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