Good times.
My weekend excursion of dog sitting is finally over with. Not that it was a bad thing but it made me realize just how nice and cozy my own bed is. How it’s always important to have a nice hot shower with adequate water pressure(to say their shower head drizzled would be giving it kudos), and just how sweet puppies can be when bribed with human food, how a huge house is far too big for me and dogs are too much responsibility for me right now. It also made me realize just how challenging home ownership is, how I hate shoveling snow even if I’m laughing my butt of thinking of my dad with his goofy ear flopping hat, or if it brought me back to a time when I was mowing the lawn and I shot myself in the foot by saying “Oh, this is fun” …. “Good, you can do it from here on out, every other day”.
*grumbles*
I’ll take my apartment complex even if it’s in the ghetto.
Of course, my weekend dog sitting excursion wasn’t only beneficial for homeownership reasons, it was therapeutic. Being placed into an environment that your not used of will trigger your basic survival instincts, and yes, even if it only means reading up instructions on how to use somebody else’s microwave.
it forces you to think outside of the box. I really liked and appreciated that.
I’ve always hated boxes.
Are you gonna waste your time thinking,
How you’ve grown up,
Or how you missed out?
Things are never gonna be the way you want.
Where’s it gonna get you acting serious?
Things are never gonna be quite what you want,
Or even at 25,
You gotta start sometime.
I’m on my feet I’m on the floor I’m good to go.
Now all I need is just to hear a song I know.
I wanna always feel like part of this was mine.
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