All Resistance Drowns
My back yard is becoming a swamp. Seriously.

Our pool is suffering from cool-weather neglect. It's green... well, more brown green, and the bottom is carpeted with algae. The top is mostly scum and rotting things.

Now, this alone wouldn't make the whole backyard a swamp. My bro mowed the lawns recently... well, someone did anyway. And the grass cloppings have been piled up in a wheelbarrow. For the past week now. This has attracted a small procession of tiny flies to buzz around the pile of warm, rotting grass. So now we have... that overpowering sickly sweet smell that occasionally wafts over my guardedn, the slightly less sickly sweet smell of decomposing grass, a small army of tiney bugs, the gentle humm of my swamp/pool... Given a few more trees, I could start scientific expiditions through here.

Yes, I'm aware that, if I wante do, I could go through and fix the place up. There are a couple of reasons I don't. One being I'm piss-weak. I have trouble handling things like the pool cleaning equipment, the lawn mower and... okay, wheelbarrows. I tend to drop things. The other is that the yard is my Brothers perogative. I put dirty objects in their various cleaning machines on the odd occasion that I'm home. He mows the lawns one in a while when we start loosing the dor in theree and sets the creepy-crawly to work. I look around the rumpus room and ponder, once more, that I really need to remove all these chip packets. I'm gonna bring a plastic bag out here - All the school crap that ends up on the floor is one thing (I'll take responsability for a good half of that), but all the chop packets... my god, the chip packets...

I have a feeling someone who'se never seen my house before is gonna stop by one day, probably a onday after I've been away all weekend, and 1. The dog will have gotten into the bathroom and scattered my underware all over the house, and possibly in the back yard (That was wierd...), 2. she will have gotten into either the garbage bin or the toilet, and left bits of whatever she happened to find around the house (Poor mite must get really bored) 3. the livingroom will be swamped by chip packets and the plate from last nights frozen dinner that Travis didn't take into the kitchen (I don't use the living room much any more), complete with Liam's bottles of Boose, which he should really come collect sometime. The rest os a fairly constant clutter.

Well... Okay, People don't actually come around to my place - they expect me to go over to theirs. Fair enough I guess -_-;; But on the odd occasion someone DID come around, that's what would happen.

Hope that's entertained Ya'all. Blogginf was looked at on Mondo Thingo last night. It's now an official cultural phenominom :P Ah well, I enjoy it. Welcome to my digital world of... digitality. Bah.


"A man recovers best from his exceptional nature--his intellectuality--by giving his animal instincts a chance."
-Friedrich Nietzsche

- posted by Washi @ 1:39 pm