Today was a really nice day. While the rain poured down all night, the way the sun was bright and warm today made me want to fly kites outside; Maybe I would have done so if I wasn’t such a lazy ass. I felt like basking under the morning sunlight but again, that would be really time and energy consuming for someone who just woke up. So I just stayed there till around 8 watching dusts caught in sunbeams do that Brownian Movement thing. Right, despite being an overused segue of some sort, the weather’s something one can truly talk about today.
But alas, I guess my folks don’t see the light the same way I do. That’s understandable though since they use eyeglasses and stuff after all. They started their day by blaming me for something I didn’t do. You see, those garbage guys who collect our town’s garbage every morning are real jerks. They’re my natural enemies, like how chickens are to dragons. Anyway, to put it short, those guys do more damage than good for our place. It’s natural for the people of our place to hang the garbage in front of their houses at night to prevent stray dogs from reaching them. But those guys seem to see this really generous act of responsibility a nuisance. Instead of taking the garbages off their hooks, they just pull it from the bottom and usually end up getting the plastic bags torn, thus spilling its contents all over the place. Now that’s where my unreasonable, old man comes in. He saw this mound of garbage in front our house and started getting hysterical at me.
Well now, that’s something I really don’t like. You can tell me to clean the bathroom for hours or make me wash the dishes for a whole week straight; just don’t blame me for something I didn’t do. That’s something that could really take me out of my skin from frustration. I’m already frustrated as it is, don’t add up junk to my pile of thoughts by blaming me for something I didn’t do! So right. That’s how it went. Well, I didn’t really have that much choice but to mutter curses towards the garbage guys under my breath while I clean the mess since I don’t talk back to my folks that much. Right now, I’m planning to post a sign for those guys to pick the garbage nicely but I guess that could end up in another argument with my old man so it’s a no-go.
Sigh. Where’s that stupid facebook page that our Mayor used to own when you need it. I wonder whether they have a twitter account or something. I’d really want to shout that at them with all my Caps lock’s might. Maybe they’re all for show and would only appear when election’s about to come.
Oh well. The day’s still lovely. I guess I could take that as a consolation for that incident. It’s not like it went really bad anyway. I got to read for as long as I want after that after all. Soooo right, hurray for a nice day!