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April 16, 2025
Ah sì, I'm trying so hard to be regular and look, I made it already one week. Who knows what tomorrow will bring!

Well it's that time of year for homegrown preparations! I think you all know what I mean. Our vegetables aren't going to bury themselves, we have to help them along. Indeed.

And there's no better way to start making sure nothing untowards ever touches your precious precious but first doing a bit of weeding. Make certain to pull up all those little green shoots before you plant. Even the ones that look like they belong there because.... you ...never ...can ...tell..... can you.

That way you will delight knowing that you have a beautiful garden that you control completely. Everything just like you ordered it.

Maybe even consider a moon garden. Seems appropriate for this neighborhood, right?

Personally I find all the fuss exhausting and would prefer a cocktail and some weed...s. Let and let live and so on. But the neighbors have such funny ideas about leaf blowing and how high your grass will grow, not to mention what I am allowing to poke up from the dirt.

Well allow is such a strong word. Perhaps not allow, but "permissively dismiss bordering on encourage but not quite so proactive". Yet.
-T

P.S. Speaking on hoes, and I was on the previous page if you were paying attention. I think the price of mine just went much higher than was previously mentioned... by someone... other. Tariffs you know. Can't live with 'em'... and so forth.

April 7, 2025
All I do is drown in tears lately. Or is it bourbon. Or is it gin. I wish it were chartreuse. And goodness know my neighbors wish it were soda with lime.

So many realtors come knocking but none even begin to do their research. I'm not some backwater floozy ... well maybe sort of... but I'm not foolish. I've been around the block and probably yours in fact.

Holy cow, if you're going to try and buy the bride, at least don't insult her. Make an effort bambini! Surprise me with your interest - interest in so many senses of the word. There is interest, and I've had interest but none seem interested enough....

Exhausting. And yet here I be.... still a light in the ever present binary, although a bit dimmer due to unforseen circumstances. Remember Eliza? She ratted me out. I will have satisfaction.
-T

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