LIFE: It’s what happens while you’re drinking coffee.
I was beat last night after a long day of attempting to create my dream patio on a budget of zero. I thought about blogging but I was exhausted. I lamented, 'I have nothing to say, nothing interesting or even boring. I’m a twat to think I could tweet anything worth twittering'. Then I flopped back on my chaise lounge and put my elbow on my forehead.
Have no fear, gregorific fans.
Today after a mere two iced coffees, I am brimming with updates and breaking news. I was tired, ya’ll. I been busy breaking my back putting together a DREAM.
It began as most things do, with a concrete slab. Plain and unforgiving, the slab has stared at me for three years, taunting me with its absolute blankness. This year would be different. This year I would triumph. With no money and plenty of time, I would create a patio of my low budget dreams.
What followed was plenty of googling. And talking about it. And more googling. I wanted a patio where I could relax, eat with my fam any night it was nice out, and also party down when the mood hit. Oh, and I wanted to grow organic produce to last the summer.
All this I want to do for very, very little money. Because while writing pays a priceless amount in inspiration and fulfillment, I can’t say much for dollar signs *just yet*.
There are too many hilarious and sob worthy stories about my patio’s creation to include here for you gregorific fans. And I’m not even half done. I’ll sum up.
I was beat last night after a long day of attempting to create my dream patio on a budget of zero. I thought about blogging but I was exhausted. I lamented, 'I have nothing to say, nothing interesting or even boring. I’m a twat to think I could tweet anything worth twittering'. Then I flopped back on my chaise lounge and put my elbow on my forehead.
Have no fear, gregorific fans.
Today after a mere two iced coffees, I am brimming with updates and breaking news. I was tired, ya’ll. I been busy breaking my back putting together a DREAM.
It began as most things do, with a concrete slab. Plain and unforgiving, the slab has stared at me for three years, taunting me with its absolute blankness. This year would be different. This year I would triumph. With no money and plenty of time, I would create a patio of my low budget dreams.
What followed was plenty of googling. And talking about it. And more googling. I wanted a patio where I could relax, eat with my fam any night it was nice out, and also party down when the mood hit. Oh, and I wanted to grow organic produce to last the summer.
All this I want to do for very, very little money. Because while writing pays a priceless amount in inspiration and fulfillment, I can’t say much for dollar signs *just yet*.
There are too many hilarious and sob worthy stories about my patio’s creation to include here for you gregorific fans. And I’m not even half done. I’ll sum up.
Alas! Will I be able to create the patio of my dreams?
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