Prepare the Gas Can.


June 24, 2022 by sandwichcontrol

And the bags of grass seed.

Yesterday decided to take the week up a notch.

I’m sweaty, sleep deprived, sleep depraved, and I’ve got a headache.

All of which is going on four days now.

And someone thought now would be a good time to complain about our front hill being covered in wildflowers.

I’ve made an appeal to the city.

But if they say the flowers have to go, then I will get rid of them.

I will make an offering to the goddess of fire and I will break the scorched earth open.

All that will be left will be ash.

And then I’m going to take 50 pounds of grass seed and write “FUCK YOU” on my front hill.

Ya’ wanna get nuts?

Let’s get nuts.

Today’s theme is: efflux.


I keep forgetting that everything in my house is also way warmer than normal.

I’m very surprised I didn’t end up wearing half a bottle of honey.

It poured very quickly.

Also, peanut butter spreads way easier at 80 degrees Fahrenheit.

Hopefully today I will be able to keep my head down.

I plan on sitting at my desk, at the office, in the air conditioning, and tearing pictures out of magazines.

For eight hours.

And then I’m going to bed.

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC


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