I have two services that clean my house, one is very efficient and detail oriented. The other is staffed by illegal Mexicans who work as fast as the wind, possess greedy eyes and fast fingers. Like clockwork, the efficient service is predictably unpredictable–despite charging me 100% more than the Mexican service. They cancel on me at least twice per month! This leaves me with the undesirable situation of bearing witness to things going unpolished for an entire week.
Moving on: two house plants of mine have perished, one being a tall palm tree. I don’t know the reasons for their death, but only know that they sucked at life and wish them an uneventful after life.
Mrs. Fly is giving me an exceptionally hard time with the purchase of my new vehicle. She should mind her place and get to cooking meatloaf more often.
The gym is taxing much of my free time, as my experiment with nutrition and very heavy weights continue. I am bulking now (3,000 calories per day) and have gained an astounding 9 pounds over the past 3 weeks. I’m stronger than ever and could probably punch a hole through your chest.
The dead palm tree is still in the house and has gnats. Nothing could be more annoying. Where is the cleaning lady?
My dog only eats home cooked meals, which makes life interesting. How would you like eating kibble all day long, you stupid bastards?
My eldest son is incredibly bright, but wastes his time loafing about the television playing games.
Last but not least, I’m back to reading books again, after watching every meaningful movie ever made (this took me two years). On my iPad, at the moment, is Scaramouche, by Rafael Sabatini.
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