Tuesday, August 02, 2005
Woke up this morning...
and it was like this big physical weight had been lifted off my shoulders. I seriously felt light and airy and relaxed, and it was wonderful.
We moved out yesterday. Well, technically. Fenton is the only one actually "living" there until I'm done work, which now, seriously isn't that far away. I suppose I should get on the whole ITP "pick yo school" thing soon before I forget. "I don't know my address" is no longer an excuse. Corny, yes, but holy crap. I live in a place where I don't have to answer to anyone but my roommate --the roommate who has near synchronous thinking patterns at times--a place that has a terrific location, a place blissfully far from the ground and the insignificant people who live there (ahh..ha..) but mostly...it's so damn awesome. I could go on forever, and additionally, our place ain't no wonderland of perfection, but it's a place, and it's our place, and it's wonderful. Everything is wonderful.
I did the priority garbage truck route today, which consists of driving through all the parks and dumping cans into the garbage truck and compacting them (the bags and dog poo, not the cans). It was wonderful. I also got to drive the garbage truck by myself a lot, which was also wonderful. Drive from the right! Drive from the left! Drive from the right? Drive from the RIGHT! [1] Crushy! By the time I was done with that thing, it was like the incredibly large diesel powered juicing machine with-- you don't need details, but I'm guessing the end result is not marketable in any way.
Lastly, my apologies for the last two posts which are literally identical, although I was in a better mood for one apparently. I had a little 'stun and switch' moment with blogger, and have currently been either too lazy or too busy to fix it. And since no one really reads this dirt, I also don't really care.
[1] For you who are not easily amused as I, garbage trucks have two steering wheels. One is normal, and one is this hot little race car number. Yeah, I steered both. And I was better at driving the truck then my co-worker, which immediately equals boasting. Sorry. ¶ 5:46 PM
We moved out yesterday. Well, technically. Fenton is the only one actually "living" there until I'm done work, which now, seriously isn't that far away. I suppose I should get on the whole ITP "pick yo school" thing soon before I forget. "I don't know my address" is no longer an excuse. Corny, yes, but holy crap. I live in a place where I don't have to answer to anyone but my roommate --the roommate who has near synchronous thinking patterns at times--a place that has a terrific location, a place blissfully far from the ground and the insignificant people who live there (ahh..ha..) but mostly...it's so damn awesome. I could go on forever, and additionally, our place ain't no wonderland of perfection, but it's a place, and it's our place, and it's wonderful. Everything is wonderful.
I did the priority garbage truck route today, which consists of driving through all the parks and dumping cans into the garbage truck and compacting them (the bags and dog poo, not the cans). It was wonderful. I also got to drive the garbage truck by myself a lot, which was also wonderful. Drive from the right! Drive from the left! Drive from the right? Drive from the RIGHT! [1] Crushy! By the time I was done with that thing, it was like the incredibly large diesel powered juicing machine with-- you don't need details, but I'm guessing the end result is not marketable in any way.
Lastly, my apologies for the last two posts which are literally identical, although I was in a better mood for one apparently. I had a little 'stun and switch' moment with blogger, and have currently been either too lazy or too busy to fix it. And since no one really reads this dirt, I also don't really care.
[1] For you who are not easily amused as I, garbage trucks have two steering wheels. One is normal, and one is this hot little race car number. Yeah, I steered both. And I was better at driving the truck then my co-worker, which immediately equals boasting. Sorry. ¶ 5:46 PM
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