after the war

Today the flowers were looking a little thirsty, so I decided to go out and water them. We have one of those windy hose box things where you turn the handle and the hose winds up inside. However, the hose was really tangled up in there. I spent the next half hour untangling it.

After the climatic battle, I had managed to accidentally separate the joint between the two parts of the hose, spraying myself with water - not only soaking through my shirt so you could see my bra, but making me look like I wet my pants. Out of spite and to show the hose who was really boss, I didn't go inside for a change of clothes and watered those flowers anyway.


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Anonymous said...

XD Cypress, you always manage to make me laugh~! Thanks for making my day deary~! *hugs!*



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Well, I see you've just had the imponderable joy of stumbling onto the blog of an 18-year-old girl who can't really describe herself in 500 words or less, such as in little text boxes like these. She didn't intend her blog to really become so much like her online diary (she was hoping it would have an interesting, helpful purpose to serve the world and all) but blogging is just kind of fun. This girl's a bit of an environmentalist and a full-tilt vegetarian, a bit of an artist who can't draw, a bit of a writer who can't find time to read, and a completely hopeless romantic. She enjoys white chocolate, coloring, wading in creeks, music, Doctor Who, and speaking in third-person when it's unnecessary like this.

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