I had to rake. You may think "Raking isn't so bad.." but you need to see my garden. Yard. Thing. It's big. There are atleast 14 trees, half of them pine/redwood trees. Not good. Why can't the leaves just be absorbed immediatley into the ground and leave nutrients for other plants etc. etc.
My dad cut alot of branches. All of which I dragged to the road.
Bloody hell and sacre putain de merde were the only words in my head as leaves stuck into me. And twigs. And branches.
All this ontop of this major depression that had struck me yesterday and the fact that for the first 5 minutes of the work my dad took the liberty of calling me useless.
My self esteem has plummeted far far far down. Hear it squealing?
Why am I depressed you ask? It all started when I was walking to the Fried Chicken Palace (one of many in Queens, where I was visiting) when all of a sudden this gigantic man (Or lady. I don't know. We'll refer it it as chickenmanlady) in a chicken suit jumped in front of me and roared. Then all went black and I woke up on a little bed of street signs. What happened in that little room burned me and therefore I am deeply depressed. And I lied to you. I'M TAKING YOU FOR A RIDE.
You don't need to know why I'm depressed.
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