moniker42

My room is a mess.

I have a system for sorting laundry. Clean clothes go in this giant pile, dirty here, and when they mingle together too completely for me to tell the difference they all get washed and the cycle begins anew.

Something smells rotton in the state of Wisconsin.

Empty Yogurt containers?

Spite?

That's what that smell is. Spite.

Oh, I'm cleaning it now before my ride comes to pick me up for work.

Good god.

Eric comes home today from his crazy California Yoga retreat.

'I don't know that you would like this' he said 'You will have to brainwash yourself. I'm not just scrubing the floor, I'm scrubbing gods floor. We pray everyday. We bless things. I've read autobiography of a yogi'

I leave to go 'up north' which is just one word in Wisconsin on Thursday morning at 4 AM so I may not see him.

I told his mom to bring a catalog of some of her rugs, Turkish, nice, straight from Turkey, her boyfriend Musofare brings them.

Nice. Some of them are like a grand each.

But I bet I'll be fishing up in eagle river.

Well, I'll be drinking. And fishing..sometimes.

I don't even really want to go, I see enough of my relatives as it is.

Dumb fucking close-minded gun-toting rednecks.

They're not all bad, but some are close.