Miscellaneous, minutia and like other stuff, man

I sit in my backyard talking about explorer roses, Reiki and psychoneuroimmunology. All the while our neighbours blare Shania Twain and randomly activate table saws, although it's obvious they're not actually building anything. Now I suppose that makes me the snooty tea sipping dork, but whatever I'm just trying to enjoy my backyard and a lazy Sunday afternoon.

Now I have a very lower-middle class background. All my extended family members are truck drivers, construction and metal workers. I both respect and eroticize work men's bodies, but trash is trash! Fuck, a little consideration of others is really helpful. And I suppose I should make the point that there's a lot of yuppie trash out there too. Like the vallium doped soccer Mom's who always seem to block pedestrian traffic with their strap-on cocks.

Social Status != Social Grace