discombobulated

I just saw the whole troupe of the boys climbing to the roof, including a slightly height-panicked alex, all of them armed with seemingly tons and tons of raw hamburger, charcoal, and beer. they've been watching the championship league all morning and I guess it's time for feeding the beast.

I foresee a whole day and night of drunkenness and debauchery. I'm not in the mood for it yet, so I'm here potting around in my little yard, blogging, and smoking the mandatory bowl. I finally got the hoops to hang my sunthirsty plants from the walls so I started hanging them today, upwards and along the spiral staircase.

I would have done a much better job, however, if I had some nails for concrete, and if I had the expertise to nail them. I did such a poor job last time --knocked half the wall on me and still the thing would not be stable-- that I think I'll pass for the time being. I managed to hang my biggest baby cannabis, and now she gets all the sun she can need, and I'm quite satisfied with that.

what a boring saturday post. I could be sunbathing with a beer and a hamburger, and I'd rather be here talking about my plants. and wondering where in hell the stupid usb cable for my camera can be. not to mention the lid of the sugar bowl. and blockbuster's dvd, that'd be nice if it turned up, wouldn't it.

top nothin
1. tear you apart -- she wants revenge
2. spanish bombs -- the clash
3. ipanema girl -- the bossa nova go gos (just made that up)