if you write enough, the point appears

i think i was supposed to do something useful today. i didn't. shrug.

my sole (dubious) accomplishment was planting a flower box -- only i got lazy or bored part way through and it became... well... it's kind of like a battle royale for flowers (without the shady looking sequel or argentinian miniseries remake), only i'm hoping that more than one actually survives. i don't know where this bout of darwinism came from, really, i'm typically very good with plants. no, i mean it; the violets i had to kill so they could be the "lack of light" results for a semi-last minute science project in eighth grade freaking survived on me. it was traumatic in so many directions.

i generally ignore plants and feed them occasionally and they just love me. kind of like the roommate-from-hell's dog that one year... but that's another story. at any rate, i ignored almost everything i know about being firm but gentle (yes, still talking plants) and spacing properly and choosing complimentary heights in favor of just haphazardly sticking the poor wee things in the ground and adding some dirt. i'm actually feeling slightly guilty about it, like i should go down and give them a hug. luckily i've got the kind of idiot-proof alyssum and marigolds that should forgive me and get on with life, and they'll probably do just beautifully. i'm tempted to take before and after pictures here to prove my point, but it feels a little like taking a designated before picture of the fat lady and then she never really loses any weight and that picture just sits in the back of her closet and stares accusingly at her. i don't even remember who exactly the fat lady represented when i started this similie, but there you have it. no pictures until we're sure the baby's gonna live.

if i can go through this much analysis and this many tangents with one little box of flowers, imagine what i do with the rest of my life. now you know why i take so many naps.

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quote of the moment (it's even plant related):
"is it safe to get pot from strangers?"
"they're not strangers, they're our new friends with pot!"
~ sex and the city. what else?