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.

Monday, June 26, 2006

Man, what're you doing here?

I am so afraid of what will happen to the bathroom when I attack it with paint and brush tomorrow. I've lived in this joint for almost two years without doing any improvements (and none were performed before I moved in--I can guar-damn-tee that) so it is only with great trepidation that I approach any kind of work.
Trepidation, or, you know-boredom.
I'm over $30 down in this endeavor and it better damn well work out or I'm going to be really pissed off right now. Besides, if paintin the bathroom goes well I might slap a coat on the other walls. The whole place could stand a coat or three. Always could-but I hate this kind of stuff painting and wallpapering and shit. It is not my forte to say the least. I'd rather just leave it as it is than make it worse by attempting improvement.
Litte Man isn't exactly enjoying the renovation either. He kept walking into the bathroom in the midst of the destruction and looking at me with a face that clearly said "Mum, you've gone mad, haven't you?" then he gave me a look that said, "I miss Auntie, can I go live with Gran and Granddad? They're not as loony as you." (I don't have the heart to tell them they're far worse. He needs someone to look up to.) Then he went and curled up on my pillow and took a nap. He's upset by the state of affairs, but not enough to give up his precious sleep.
Speaking of Mum and Mik-they'd gone shopping for new work clothes for me before the sister went off to Jersey. I got the package today. So many nice sweaters and shirts I wish I had a job so I could wear them. Mum says I shouldn't think that way-that one day I will have a job, and I needed new clothes anyway so I shouldn't feel bad that I don't have an immediate need for them. I'll need them soon enough.
Here's hoping.

Failing that-I could always take Dad's advice and study really hard and get a job at a piano bar.

Here-cuz I don't want to leave you on a down note. Watch this uplifting music video. It'll give you that fuzzy feeling inside we all enjoy.

I'm on my fifth viewing in two hours, it's that good.

Cheers.

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