Trees, Dating, Summer Cold
Cough. I am sick. And tired, and bored with online dating.
The tree guys, oh shit I made a bad decision AGAIN based on warm fuzzies for itinerant white people. They remind me of my grandfather, or of my Papa. They come to the door and ask to clean the gutters. They ask to paint the house. They say they are electricians. They want to trim the trees.
They want to trim the trees and, sick and tired as I am, I allow this. Now the magestic old maple tree in my backyard is BUTCHERED. The debris haul-away was an argument. The stump is still standing. There is random crap on the sidewalk. Guy #2 came back after Guy #1 took the check and whined, "Aww sh... now he won't pay me." I slam the door in his face. After thinking the matter over, I cancel the check. I don't know what to do! Pay each half? I never want the doorbell to ring again.
"Stupid stupid rat things."
Sigh. That long-hair comic book guy is dreamy. I want to sit in his office and read comics. I want to curl up in bed and listen as he brushes his teeth. I want to tell him stories, read next to him, and fall asleep with my head on his pillow. I know it's silly!
Silly girl.