#also please be aware that i'm riffing on That Twitter Thread with the commune jokes. tarot cards are fun sometimes but they dont feed cities

[foegs]

notes on my new summer job aka why I’m being weird aka why everyone wants me on their leftist commune and not just because I have a great ass

words for string trimmer: whippersnipper (beloved), weed eater (disgusting)

seasonal attraction: between 8-5 on weekdays, hapless student found at various commercial park street corners trying and failing to start a wide variety of small engines

(ripcords [evil])

they told me operating a zero-turn was just like driving a car (well intentioned but awful!!!!) but I don’t weigh enough to engage the pedal that lets me move the cutting deck </3 and if I get off the seat to stand on it the engine shuts off as a safety measure </3 but I haven’t ditched it while backing off the trailer yet so that’s a resounding success <3

I’ve worked enough outdoor summer jobs by now that I can tell from the look in my supervisor’s eye when I’m about to get the Invasive Plant Species Which You Must Avoid Or Die talk. usually it’s poison ivy. this year it’s wild parsnip.

lance stroll arms body goals my beloved pspspspspsp you’re on your way!

the leftist commune point is actually valid because I’m proving to myself that I can truly wield machinery and lug around 50lbs bags of soil for 9 straight hours which will make me a great farmer on the commune while other people are doing tarot cards (ehh) and making soup (compliment)

(I would prefer the machine shop. if anyone wants me in their leftist commune I can take a millwright course first I swear)

if you cut enough grass in one day, you will end up coughing it up, and your snot will be green

I’m touching grass. I’m touching so much goddamn grass it’s growing out of my lungs now. I’ll never fight anyone online again