window door

anonymous asked:

I want argumate to attempt to break into my house, but instead scratch at my doors and windows for hours as my redneck family and I shoot up the joint living through the greatest amount of fear we'd ever experience, and for the incident to go down as one of the most famous close encounters incidents of all time.

sounds strangely mundane


Poor old Bufflehead Cabin Gets a Face Lift

Top: Logs at the base of the wall have been replaced because some greedy fungi had eaten them away threatening the cabin structure.
Middle: South (Road) side of the cabin. Since we had all those skilled immegrant log carpenters on-site drinking our coffee, the window and door frames are being replaced to tighten and weatherize.
Lower: North (Lake) side. All the rest of the doors & windows likewise. This north side faces all of the wind & weather booming across the lake.

[Oh it’s going to be toasty whenever winter returns. Today it was in the high 70s F. Next stage is to clean and treat the log walls & trim. The old place will be all frisky and fresh.]

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.