Be as boring as possible.

I have thought about how boring these have been lately. So much life, encased in a glorious bubble wrap of ennui.

I'm tearing up a little.
 
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Today is trash day.
Yesterday was my trash day. I only had half what I usually do. Not trying to be interesting, but I guess I wasn't so trashy, this week. Maybe I'll be twice as trashy, next week.
 
Today is trash day.

Yesterday was my trash day. I only had half what I usually do. Not trying to be interesting, but I guess I wasn't so trashy, this week. Maybe I'll be twice as trashy, next week.
Our trash (pickup) day is Monday. If they come. We live on a rather laid-back Native American reservation and trash pickup is done by a tribal corporation. They supposedly have two new garbage trucks on order, since the current two break down about as often as they start, which means trash pickup is then done (if it's done) in trash pickups... that is, rather trashy pickup trucks driven to homes and loaded with the trash. If they don't come on Monday, I have to leave the trash barrel out by the curb until they do come (whether it be Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday or Friday). If they haven't come by Friday mid-afternoon, I roll the bright blue barrel back to the fence and hope they'll come the next Monday.

They *are* good about picking up and taking crushed boxes, etc., that aren't actually in the barrel, but they don't pick up the barrel and empty it; rather, they reach down inside it and pick up the 13-gallon trash bags inside, but won't take anything else out of it.
 
Our trash (pickup) day is Monday. If they come. We live on a rather laid-back Native American reservation and trash pickup is done by a tribal corporation. They supposedly have two new garbage trucks on order, since the current two break down about as often as they start, which means trash pickup is then done (if it's done) in trash pickups... that is, rather trashy pickup trucks driven to homes and loaded with the trash. If they don't come on Monday, I have to leave the trash barrel out by the curb until they do come (whether it be Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday or Friday). If they haven't come by Friday mid-afternoon, I roll the bright blue barrel back to the fence and hope they'll come the next Monday.

They *are* good about picking up and taking crushed boxes, etc., that aren't actually in the barrel, but they don't pick up the barrel and empty it; rather, they reach down inside it and pick up the 13-gallon trash bags inside, but won't take anything else out of it.
I was wondering where all of the flies came from. Now I know. So, have you tried tying a big red bow around it? My sister says it works. Oh, wait a minute. She also left a 12 pack of beer. Sorry, my bad.
 
Yesterday was my trash day. I only had half what I usually do. Not trying to be interesting, but I guess I wasn't so trashy, this week. Maybe I'll be twice as trashy, next week.

Yesterday was also my trash day. We have a lot in common. Most of it's about trash day, though. I'm surprised you haven't PMed me.
 
I checked out some DVDs from the library and I decided to return them a few days before they were due. I couldn't find one of them so I figured it was under my bed. It was.

The End
 
Yesterday was also my trash day. We have a lot in common. Most of it's about trash day, though. I'm surprised you haven't PMed me.
I'm truly sorry. I feel so trashy, now...but in an oddly boring way.
 
I had a cousin once who had a Rolos addiction.
I had a friend with a nick name of Rolo. I think he got that name because he liked Rolos. I don't know if he was hooked or not, but that would make sense. Also, his hair was kind of kinky, if that means anything.
 
They found his body outside of Dylan's Candy Bar in NYC. He had apparently tried to mainline melted M&Ms. Very sad case.
I'm sorry for your loss. Could I ask...did he have kinky hair?
 
I am sitting on a couch eating Rolos, to feed my addiction. I think I may get up and take all this Rolos trash out soon.
 
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