Feeling: dead
well I just got home from another long day work... out in the fucking hot sun all day...I wanst supposed to work at all today.. but hey.. I'm going somewhere saturday so I cant work then... so my dads like.. your working tomarro. dont question it.
wow , I love it when they (parents) can force you to work when they have no idea how painful what I do is.
well, if your wondering what I do... I work for a landscaping company, and I'm usually the one doing most of the physical stuff... so today.. we had to go weedwack a dam.. I hate weedwacking damns... this dam was particularly huge and with a dam.. there IS no shade... so you cant escape from the sun. I felt like I was going to pass out and die... which I felt last time I did a dam. It was just soo hot with that sun beating on you.. a hot engin by your side... and you cant wear shorts cuz when you weedwack teh tall grass.. the grass shoots at you... fast... and hurts. I looked at my arm today, and saw it was bleeding alot cuz I got like impailed with a blade of grass... what fun... oh.. and the brambles... when you weedwack them.. the like thorns shoot back at you and your face... hurts like hell.. so i got some cuts on my legs cuz it went thru my light pants I had on...
I am soo fucking happy to be back home... and luckly I wont have to work for a few days since my boss gave me off... w00t.... hope I do something fun... really.
well I have to go.. cuz the room is starting to spin.. and I'm not kidding eather.. I got to go take a nap or something.....
untill next time.
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