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Cold pizza and orange soda

I suddenly want some cold pizza. Where it's cold at the middle? The pointy end? And all saucy?

I was up too late last night for no good goddamn reason, and now I'm here at work. Well, I've been here for an hour, I'm early. I was early, I mean. I can't speak. Or type.

I think I'm going to move to Holland and live in a windmill and grow tulips. No ha but seriously, what about learning the trade of . . . growing things? I had a fantasy yesterday that I would get a job at a nursery this summer, move into a smaller, cheaper place and learn about dirt and plants and shrubs and trees and greenhouses. I would come home with dirt under my fingernails; I would wear a bandana all day long, and leather gloves, and carry things, and sweat, and finally make my peace with bugs, but only the good ones. And I would learn! So much!

I've never had what I would call a physical job. I've been wondering, for a while now, if I would have more of a sense of accomplishment at the end of the day if I came home tired and worn-out. I think maybe I would? That one week of tagging trees left me feeling very satisfied.

Or someone recently suggested I try bartending again, this summer. That I could do without getting rid of this job. I'd be working, and running around, and I would come home with cash in my pocket at the end of the day. And it's a useful skill to have, I think.

But for now, I'll finish this report. Ho hum.


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Jun. 24th, 2002 06:07 am (UTC)
You know my friend Jeremy? His parents have this big plant nursery place thing. You should get in real good with him, and see if they'll let you work for 'em!
Jun. 24th, 2002 06:49 am (UTC)
And you could grow happy herbs that are better than what anybody's ever grown. Your house would smell so sweet and marvelous. Seriously though I think a physical job would be good for a while, but there would be days when your body just wasn't up to it, not to mention it's hard to find a physical job that pays well.
Jun. 24th, 2002 07:00 am (UTC)
you mean besides high-class hooker, boviously.
Jun. 24th, 2002 08:53 am (UTC)
You could grow your own herbs to make a speciality pizza that you let go cold, and then you could sell it at the bar while you are serving drinks. I swear, I always want pizza when I go to the bar. This will save the world!
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