Today=not so fun. We had to mow the front lawn, and I told Marisa (not me, but my BFF), that it was up to my knees, but NAY-it was up to my thighs. The whole lawn was awful, like some kind of hideous jungle and it couldn’t have been worse, seriously. It was bad. Anyway, my mom had to weedwhack away most of it so I could actually get the lawnmower through it and make a dent. In other words, we got nothing done. I spent the afternoon raking up the weedwhacked parts while my mom actually weedwhacked. It sucked, big time. I just think this could’ve been prevented, really. We could’ve done it two weeks ago, but noooooo, we didn’t mow the whole month of July. Our pain is the result.
Now I have blisters on my hands from holding that stupid rake for five hours, and blisters on my feet from walking back and forth all over the place, raking.
I also have some mental scars.
Let me elaborate for you: There’s this creepy guy that lives across the street, so naturally he would have creepy friends. Well, a creepy friend of his walked over and tried to help me and I was like, “No way! Get the hell away from me.” Anyway, he didn’t and he touched my butt. I slapped the stupid douche and finally, after my mom came out, he left me alone. It just sucks that we have to live in a freaky neighborhood with stupid creepy guys and their creepy friends. It also sucks that the only guys that ever look at me are idiot nasty douchebags that are creepy.
the end.
Dang woman. That’s some talllll grass. Pretty intense. You were bushwhacking!
Dude. You have creepy neighbors. Suuuucks.
efffffffffff myyyyyyy lifeeeeeeeeeeeeee :)
butt touchers not welcome
Oh puh-lease. You know you like it… :) haha.
