the BRUTAL, UGLY truth of my FABULOUS, BEAUTIFUL life.
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6:28 p.m. + 2005-07-22 = the taming of the shrubs.
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they were unruly. something needed to be done. and really, as quote-caretaker-unquote, i was the only one to do something about them.
SO...
upon learning my lesson from mowing the lawn in favourite pair of trainers, i opted for flipflops and wearing my pants in oh-so Hey!-I-Work-At-The-Wedge manner.
armed with fag, protective eyewear upon protective eyewear, and earphones, i fished out the goods from the basement's miscellaneous tool rack and set them upon the lawn.
the details from that point on remain sketchy and vague at best. there was a lot of up and down laddering and diet cherry coke chug breaks. a lot of jumping up and down trimming which probably looked like flailing to the passers-by...
what is know, however, is that i looked like so by the end of it. and my shirt was excedingly sweatish. and there was a noticeable taming of the shrubery despite the dimuendo d'light.
and i don't care how uncool smoking looks nowadays... no one can argue with the utter if-steve mcqueen-played-ward beaver-ness of this.
[[hott.]]
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