The Truth Files

Stephen Colbert/Daily Show Love. House, Hugh Laurie, Black Adder, BritCom obsessiveness. Eddie Izzard quoting ad naseum. Self loathing. Other people loathing. Anything else I can loathe-fit that in there too. Tales of alcohol and dogs. The occassional night at the bar causing trouble. Mis-treating brain cells...Who needs them? No sex. No drugs-usually. Much rock'n'roll. Just trying to survive in 615. Y'know. The usual.

Tuesday, June 27, 2006

Charlotte Perkins Gillman would understand

The bathroom is de-lovely!
I walk in there and don't feel oppressed and become filled with anger toward the world everytime I have to pee. My only regret is that I didn't save a piece of that wallpaper as a reminder of how truly ugly a thing can be. Not that it isn't burned in my memory like so many images I'd rather forget. I'll probably never fully recover from that wallpaper. It's only in having it gone am I able to think about the fact that I lived with it for two years. I hated it everyday and everyday I tried very hard to forget how much it was the wall covering equivelant of a week of eating nothing but brussels sprouts.
The room is so big and not striped! It's nifty as can be!
Now of course I realize that I have one nice looking room (nice-ish it still has some issues to be honest even with my careful patching the wall is far from what you might call smooth. I blame the person who thought it was necessary to use concrete to affix a mirror to the wall. I am not kidding.
But as long as I keep that crazy looking 1980's Men of Blanche's Boudroir Mirror the worst of it is covered. And as long as the shelves stay where they are most of the worst of the messiness is fairly well covered.
I'm happy.
And I'm watching a video of Cleveland Weather that is probably a decade old. I have no idea why I taped this. But soon I will tape over it-I'm just trying to get a date or some idea of when it was on.
So I can destroy what is probably the last remaining copy of that broadcast.
And now I know-1997.
Alright. Not quite `10 years.
Weird wacky stuff.

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