Of hammocks and pomegranates
the snarky manifesto of a phoenix feminist-atheist-chefwannabe-coffeeaddict-thinksshecandoyoga teacher type pesron.
other descriptions of possible interest:
werita spanish interpreter
cheese hater-wine lover
fits well in small spaces
former graywater system installer
multiple-time failed gardener
other descriptions of possible interest:
werita spanish interpreter
cheese hater-wine lover
fits well in small spaces
former graywater system installer
multiple-time failed gardener
Who I Follow
I am pretty sure the guy who lives next door to me is unemployed. He also refuses to sit inside his home watching tv, being quietly and depressedly unemployed like everyone else.
Any time I happen to be at home between 8am and 5pm, he is outside on his porch loudly talking on the phone for hours about his baby momma drama or trying to sing metal in his horrible, horrible voice.
“We’re on the hiiiiighwaaaaay to helllll….” Indeed we are, sir.
