I’m entertaining fantasies of chopping off my hair and living in a yurt, somewhere in the forest. No credit cards, no mortgage, no checkbook, no paper work, no driving, no crackhead neighbors. Just me and the dogs and the trees.
I hate my fucking job.
Damnit.
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http://www.nytimes.com/2007/04/12/garden/12TREEintro.html?_r=1&ref=garden&oref=slogin
Hope things are looking upwards now that summer's coming!
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