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The weather in Texas is under-ratedily talked about I feel. The fall and spring is about as bipolar as it gets. Where it can be a common autonomous desicison to use your vehicles air conditioning and heater in the same day.

Hoodies are common uniform, during winter, the outside temperatures determine how many said hoodies are worn in layers for that given day. Its a crap shoot if you guessed correctly and will spend the day suffering carrying extra jackets around because the sun came out and helped you with a weird Tanline. Or guessed too few, and are forced to painfully shiver from vehicle to building.

I usually like to play it safe. The comfy t-shirt base layer, the hoodie, and if its in the 40s. My jacket comes out. Ive always had big coats. Im not exactly a small guy, but big coats just make more since. Im protected from all most of the elements that I would encounter.

Cold? I’m warm.

Freezing cold? Extra hoodie, I’m still good.

Raining? water resistant.

Wind? Makes me wore thicker pants. Heat? It comes off.

But why does someone feel the need to judge how big my coat is by how cold it currently is.

“It’s not THAT cold!” Bitch, I’m warm and comfy, you can fuck the hell right off!

It’s almost the middle of december. This is usually the height of hibernation time. Day in and day out of jammies, comfort food, and random naps at all hours of the day or night. I’m not getting to do alot of that. Some is responsibilities. Employment obligations, family dependents, life in general. But this time is a little different. I have side hustle business that I am trying to get off the ground and make it a real thing. Getting bit by this entrepreneur bug, gives me a little hope that life can get better and provides a purpose for creating something with my time, instead of wasting in standing in a corner with my phone in my face.

2x Sf18 – silky tofu with seafood in claypot

Korean style udon – pork and shrimp

Honey glazed shrimp

Lemongrass chicken soup dumpling

Lotus paste buns

Chocolate fudge soup dumplings

2 Iced tea

2 beers

$4.20 tip

Total

$104.66

Happy Birthday, Tammy. We love you.

During the last conversations with my neighbor/landlord. We had asked about if he needed a chicken sitter for his backyard coop that he is. He seemed happy to talk about them and gave us permission to keep a small flock of our own.

I have never kept chickens before, I could count how many times ive been close enough to touch a chicken on one hand.

But here we are. Among the chickening. Shopping for a decent coop will be a pain in the ass im sure, but picking out the pullets will be fun to see Danger boy excited to have pets. Even if they are just yard birds.

Chickens seem to act like content people on auto-pilot i feel. Getting into other peoples affairs. Gossiping in matters to stir up problems. Establishing a crude pecking order to determine who gets the favored spot. This should be very familar to anyone becoming complacent with their surroundings. Trying to make their life just a little more joyful. Hunting and pecking through through the grass to try to find something tasty to stuff in their gullet. Not unlike finding a place that sells cakes pops and a starbucks for the basic whitegirl. And not sharing with the others, because it is expected that the other hens would not share with them. Dog eat dog, chicken will feed itself, ive heard they may eat other pretty things that are found in the yard. But not collecting

I’m getting my own place again. I really despise moving day. The day lasts forever, rarely people that I expect to show up do. Hoping it doesn’t rain. Something breaks, something given away that shouldn’t have been.

A big anxiety is not being able to shower for lack or towels, cant make food because the kitchen is a wreck. Cant sleep because sheets are hidden somewhere.

I guess if a few of those things were taken care of it would be more tolerable. I always end up doing most of the lifting though.

Imagine buying a cheap whore for the evening. You bought her about $120 worth of drinks, and paid her $1000 to let her know you are interested. It rains as you are taking her by your place, she gets all wet and shows you what it’s like. And she is soaking wet. Like ‘FLOODED’ you park the car and go down to take a look at this hot wet mess. And you notice the herpies from the backwash of all her clients down the line. You claim issue that this is gross and you can’t put my things in that. Then she shows you her ass, well how about some of this Anal. It smells like a litterbox and is disgusting. You decline that offer as well. She says well I just spit out my last customer. So how about a makeout session and a handjob. Her knuckles looked like she punched holes in the walls, her hands were splintered with wood. Her mouth was like she smoked more than an entire VFW hall. Just seeing what she had to offer makes you want a hot shower with lava soap. You decline all of her offers and ask for your $1000 back so you can go get something beautiful and cared for so you can get some loving that you saw 4 blocks over. Even though you know full well she is prolly going to try and keep that $1000 and you are just hoping she doesn’t call her pimp for not giving the rest of the money you agreed upon. She even says she will take her valtrax for the herpies. It’s not going to work fast enough to repair that damage. You just want you money back so you can that pretty thing with that nice bro pimp.

Need to know where this ends up

This was from the first time I got to see Days N Daze perform.  I love this band and I was super excited I got to meet them and take pics with them.   Some girls even proposed to each other.  It was a really great night.