While arguing with G two months ago, I told him I hated his clothes and that I thought I was time he bought some new ones. I told him that wearing the same T-shirt for a week made him look pathetic, disorderly and unattractive. While cleaning his wardrobe today, I was amazed to see how much clothes he actually has (twice as much as I have). Of course I knew that, but the fact that he uses only five T-shirts and two pairs of jeans puzzles me. When we first met, I had the feeling that he had the sense for colors and trends, but that was just an illusion.
G told me he couldn't wear those clothes because they had that funny smell of lying in the same place for a very long time, so I just took them out and hung them on the clothesline to air. 17 black and navy T-shirt, my gosh. And that's not all.
I'm happy because I've cleared a large portion of the plot for my future garden. It went rather quickly. Now I'm thinking about bringing my dad's rotary tiller to till the plot because I kinda hate digging up the plot with my hoe. I want a nice, neat and even ground. I have all these ideas how it would look like so I'm anxious to get the clearing done.
Around noon it looked like this:
Around 5 PM it looked like this:
I can't wait for tomorrow to come. I'm going shopping, and I'm going to buy a bucket of ice cream, cookies, a barrel of Pepsi like beverage, bananas, Nutella and a truckload of sour cream crisps.
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