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The Yard

WARNING!! RANT AHEAD!

I hate my yard. I hate it with a passion. All the damn grass dies, the only thing that grows is weeds, and that stupid path in the middle doesn't go anywhere. So I'm tearing it up. The path has lost its rocks, has been filled with dirt, and will soon be covered in sod. The side will be cedar chips, so you can't see that there's such a difference between my wasteland and the Garden of Eden next door. Did you know that there are two Gardens of Eden? They're on either side of me. o Ae That and a lot of people go by my back yard, (though I won't say why, because dish ish dee interrwebsh) so they see this crap all the time. I just spent at least 16 hours of my summer vacation tearing up grass and shaking and scraping off dirt this week alone. Yesterday I got a break, (thank God) and today my mother is getting the weeds. I can sit and rant all I want. *Evil Grin*

If you've read all of this, congrats, you are probably quite bored. If you're laughing at me, I hope you have nightmares of giant dandelions chasing you while riding worms and waving thistle swords. Thistle, by the way, in the right climate, soil, and if given enough time, can become a tree. I know this because last year I cleaned up a forest.

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