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2002-02-27 - 2:42 p.m.
okay. time for a proper entry. i've been so busy this week, trying to learn CSS and update weeb.com. i woke up this morning to make this for justin's plane ticket giveaway and i actually got it done! not bad for a first time CSS job.
the most wonderful things came from the present fairies, from aukland, nz. only one word needed: afroken. evidently, not only is nz a paradise, but they have store that Only Sells Afroken. that's like stores that only sell clothes made of dryer lint in your size. or stores that sell only mysteries and books about go-carts.
i was so speechless. it was great. but it gets better! we're going to make holes in the dirt at dirty sanchez, and make nice things happen in the ground. there will be happy plants and spring smells. a place in the back for tea and crumpets in the morning, a little place to stand and smell some soil. it's all so very springlike and hopeful!
tomorrow morning, i will go clippings hunting. it's where you snip a little piece off of plants (succulents respond well to this) and root them in the closet until they're ready for planting. it's like stealing, but more like helping nature propogate. plants prune their own branches all the time, so i'm just uhm helping them along. a past-time that is predominant amongst horticulturist housewives can't be that bad. if anyone chases me down the street with their trowel, i will placate them with coffee, reciprocal cuttings from my own house, and a blow to the head. just kidding. no one's going to be running down the street after me.
i'm an eternal optimist. this is a sign of better things ahead, i know it. the balmy weather, the hopeful breezes. it's a renaissance.
one thing you can't be if you're a gardener, is a pessimist. all signs point to yes. roger wilco, it's a go. hair always grows back.