I swear this tree bloomed overnight, it’s crazy. Looks amazing, but I fear it may be one of those cum trees we all know about but never talk about for some reason. You know, the ones that fill the air with the fragrant, effervescent odors of wet cum? I will not be made to feel like the weirdo here, we all know I speak only truth. I remember my old campus had a ton of these trees. Oh how people’s awed eyes turned to forlorn expressions as they breathed in the majestic seed-air.
Anyway, remember the dishwasher I told you about all that time ago? The one that broke and has eaten up hours of my time? Today was another adventure in trying to bring this old girl back to life. Vicki’s brother came over after work and we set to taking old Bessy apart, looking for a way to install a new pump in her. Boy did she groan as we dismantled her sides and took looks inside and beneath. Old Bessy even tried playing us for fools, hoping we’d forget to unplug her before digging our screwdriver tips into the open circuitry attached to the backside of the old pump. Joke’s on her, we unplugged her just fine before doing further irrevocable damage. Oh she spat out some puddles of water from nervousness or arousal, hard to say which, but in the end old Bessy beat us with her beguiling build and broken body. Congrats Bess, you get to stay dead. Time to look for a new washer, goddamn it.
Otherwise, it was a solid Tuesday. Been going without coffee for a little while, trying to ease off all the caffeine, and had Banh mi for dinner, which was dope.
See you tomorrow,
Nick
Nick Denardi 