Dear Internet

Screw you.

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Farmville

1. I'm not sure why these are numbered.
2. And secondly, evidently, I don't know how to un-number them.
3. So I guess I'll just go along with it?
4. I have also become victim of the craze that is Farmville.
5. I spent 2 hours today restructuring everything to look the same after upgrading to a bigger plot of land.
6. I wish I lived in Farmville.

This is my small quaint house on my farm.
I live alone but still keep a sandbox and red wagon around in case friends with small children come to visit.
I ride my bike from place to place and get my water from a hand pump water spigot type thing out on the lawn.
I drink my coffee on my bench outside under the bird house in the mornings.

Many rabbits seek refuge under my picnic table.

Look! There's me with my turkey friend!


















These are my horses, sheep and goats.
On campus, in real life, the horses, sheep and goat(s) get along just fine so I put them together in make-believe too.
I pride myself in permanently positioning them in a manner that might be observed if this were real life and not a facebook application.

My many colored chickens sparkle and lay many colored eggs.

















These are my cows.
Notice how the calves are suckling from their mommies.
Just like they would in real life.



















I have a pond too with another nice bench where I can sit real still and watch the birds fly back and forth to the bird houses.
I even chop my own wood on my farm and wheel-barrow it about with hay and other things that I keep neatly stored in my shed.
The geese have migrated onto my land for a season or forever.
Their poop is great fertilizer.












So, yes, Farmville is a great little distraction from things actually require my attention out here in real life.
Like, oh, myself?
It's 2am and I'm blogging about Farmville.
The fact that I even bother to capitalize the "F" is a sign that I have a problem or that I at least place too much value on something that is totally made-up.
I will, however, never pay money to Farmville.
I have a classmate that asked her fiance to buy her Farmbucks for her birthday.
I think that is absurd. And her farm sucks. She doesn't even line her rows up right.
Therefore I conclude that I have a healthy, albeit time consuming, fascination with life on a cartoon farm.

(I'll post another picture when my mosaic fields are in bloom. They're marvelous!)