Playin' Dirty

I don't care who you are or where you're from, there is a very good chance that you are presently or at one point in your life have found yourself surrounded by dumbasses. If you are like me, this can be a particularly stressful situation. If you are unfortunate enough to find yourself in the circumstance I just mentioned, I suggest you practice a stress relief technique of some kind. My most recent method of stress relief is that of gardening. It is an even better experience if you call your garden a farm. In my opinion if it produces produce than it's a farm. A lot of projects I take on have an air ghettoness. In this case my greenhouse is an over-turned rat cage. I gave myself a pat on the back for that one. I decided against buying soil for my farm. I figured why would I when 80% of the planet is dirt anyways. Or maybe it's water, who cares there's a lot. So I started search my neighbors yards to see if there was any unattended bags of dirt. To my good fortune there was a massive pile of dirt behind my house. It's amazing the things we take for granted! I kinda live in the hood, so I almost cut myself twice excavating the nutrient rich plant food. Then I fingered it and planted my seed, and was completely satisfied.

feelin' frisky

Sometime when the seasons change I feel like my mood changes with it. During the winter I'd say that I am a hermit of sorts. A recluse. I thought my eyeballs were going to freeze and my testicles would retreat into my pelvis. But now that the warm weather has come I feel that they can once again hang at their natural position. The mood I find myself in when spring arrives is a spontaneous troublesome one. Like driving a 3,000 pound car twice the speed limit or flipping off yuppies and hipsters. Damn emo freaks. Damn skinny jean wearing wrist slitters. I'm afraid of myself when I get in these moods, cause one thing I'm good at is causin' havoc. Pussy on my mind.