My Thoughts While Cleaning Stalls
Me: God this horse is such a pig.
Me: Like why is it necessary to spread hay around your entire stall.
Me: This is gonna take me like an hour.
Me: The next horse I have is going to be the most cleanly creature on the face of the planet.
Me: God this horse pees like a racehorse.
Me: Hah, wait. He is a racehorse.
Me: I'm hilarious.
Me: God this is so dusty.
Me: These shavings are shit.
Me: My nose. My nose has so much shit in it right now.
Me: He better appreciate this.
Me: He's probably having the time of his life outside right now. And I'm here, slaving away for him.
Me: I wonder if he knows how much I do for him.
Me: I wonder if horses know how much we do for them in general.
Me: I wonder if anyone knows how much anyone does for them.
Me: What is the meaning of life.
Me: What happens when we die?
Me: How will I die?
Me: What if I die on the way home?
Me: Who will be at my funeral?
Me: God seriously why must this horse circle so much.
Me: It's bullshit, really.
Me: Actually it's horse shit. Get it? Eh?
Me: Nobody would find that funny but me.
Me: Should I add more shavings?
Me: Look at this stall, it's beautiful.