Occupy

I've been feeling full of testosterone lately. My blemishes are flourishing and my armpit hair is growing rapidly. It kind of just sounds like a hygiene issue when I spell it out like that. I've also been wanting to camp in a van that has been sitting on my parent's property for the last 4 years collecting spiderwebs (which leads me to believe there could be spiders). So over the last few days I've been cleaning it out, I took out a couple chairs, scrubbed it down. I haven't seen a living (or dead) thing in it. That's pretty encouraging. No more old webs, and the smell is even unnoticeable. I want to make it a sweet little camper. It doesn't run, unfortunately, but we already live in the woods. Naomi is popping bubble wrap. I am jealous.

You'll notice the "festive" lights, they were in the attic of the house when my family moved in along with a lovely portrait of the ugly family that once lived here. So I put 'em in the van (the lights, not the portrait) and now it looks like a party. MAN, it gets DARK out here. The stars are beautiful. Hey little kids, wanna sleep over in my sparkley van?