Saturday, September 17, 2005
And I thought it couldn't get worse
Believe it or not, all of our chickens were stolen.
Now every time I go to the garden, I just want to die. I'm no longer a "person who has chickens" or a budding chicken farmer. I'm just someone who hates the community garden that she works at.
I'm a frustrated farmer. I looked up and made a list of all these seeds I want to buy, but where would I plant them?
I've been looking online for a place to live that has a bigger yard, and guess what? I can't afford $2400 for a two bedroom apartment. At least I'm looking in the east bay. The median house price if you're buying in SF is $800,000. That would, I'm assuming, be a single-unit house.
email me at haydees@gmail.com
Now every time I go to the garden, I just want to die. I'm no longer a "person who has chickens" or a budding chicken farmer. I'm just someone who hates the community garden that she works at.
I'm a frustrated farmer. I looked up and made a list of all these seeds I want to buy, but where would I plant them?
I've been looking online for a place to live that has a bigger yard, and guess what? I can't afford $2400 for a two bedroom apartment. At least I'm looking in the east bay. The median house price if you're buying in SF is $800,000. That would, I'm assuming, be a single-unit house.
email me at haydees@gmail.com
Tuesday, September 13, 2005
Fuck everything.
Today I had a chiropractor appointment at9:15am, and it was the start of a horrible day. I hate having to bike in a hurry. I hate having to leave the house during rush hour. I hate when there is that low fog that collects all the car smog and lets it hang in the air. I hate car drivers.
My friend Souz pointed out something to me yesterday- what if the only people who drove were using their vehicles for work (ie, gardeners, housecleaners, bus drivers, contractors)? I prefer to think of it this way: what if people only drove if they were carrying more stuff than they could bring on the bus or train?
So I get to the chiropractor's in one piece. I tried to talk to her about how she didn't have to drive her SUV all the way to work. "But I had five kids in the carpool!" Well, great, then leave the fucking car in the school parking lot! "But there's no parking at the school, there just isn't!" Fuck you.
So then I had to go from there to my psychologist's, via Berkeley Bowl, where I spent nearly $6 on a breakfast burrito that leaked all over my new shirt. Great. Another lady who drove to work, and lots of crazy people yelling at themselves in the lobby. The receptionist asked how I was doing today, and I said, "angry." I think I am going to be my psychologist's first turned-down applicant for social security disability or whatever, based on what I am hearing, and the fact that I haven't been able to get anyone to fill out this form (friend's evaluation).
Afterwards I tried to get the fucking chickens back into their pen- no luck. I spent an hour there when I needed to be napping. Then I worked on some website stuff and lots of stuff for the commies- she makes everything so much harder than it needs to be. After all that, I took a 3.5 hour nap.
How the fuck am I supposed to be able to sleep tonight? I biked to the store to get candy, and I went for a walk. Hopefully that helps.
email me at haydees@gmail.com
My friend Souz pointed out something to me yesterday- what if the only people who drove were using their vehicles for work (ie, gardeners, housecleaners, bus drivers, contractors)? I prefer to think of it this way: what if people only drove if they were carrying more stuff than they could bring on the bus or train?
So I get to the chiropractor's in one piece. I tried to talk to her about how she didn't have to drive her SUV all the way to work. "But I had five kids in the carpool!" Well, great, then leave the fucking car in the school parking lot! "But there's no parking at the school, there just isn't!" Fuck you.
So then I had to go from there to my psychologist's, via Berkeley Bowl, where I spent nearly $6 on a breakfast burrito that leaked all over my new shirt. Great. Another lady who drove to work, and lots of crazy people yelling at themselves in the lobby. The receptionist asked how I was doing today, and I said, "angry." I think I am going to be my psychologist's first turned-down applicant for social security disability or whatever, based on what I am hearing, and the fact that I haven't been able to get anyone to fill out this form (friend's evaluation).
Afterwards I tried to get the fucking chickens back into their pen- no luck. I spent an hour there when I needed to be napping. Then I worked on some website stuff and lots of stuff for the commies- she makes everything so much harder than it needs to be. After all that, I took a 3.5 hour nap.
How the fuck am I supposed to be able to sleep tonight? I biked to the store to get candy, and I went for a walk. Hopefully that helps.
email me at haydees@gmail.com
