Playin' solitaire till dawn with a deck of 51

The kitchen-again...
I wish I had one of those fancy digital cameras the employed get to have so I would have some pictures to put up here. But I'm ever so not employed so I don't get to have nifty electronics. If I cancelled my cable I could. But then I would weep and gnash my teeth. Choose what's important. That's my theory.
Anyhow-the kitchen is finished. And it is something that the freakshow that used to live here/owns this house could never understand-it's tasteful. OK-maybe that's the wrong word-but it's not fugly which seems to be the main theme of the previous interior design of this place. The uglier the better I think. I still say that wallpaper is usually ugly shit but it succeeded in covering up the years of grease and unidentifiable stains on the unpainted walls. For that I am a fan of wallpaper. Around the stove was the worst. Three coats of paint and a layer of plaster and it still looked the design equivelent of throwing pooh on the wall. Mum and I put our collective minds together...she suggested I put wall paper down the wal and then trim the edges of the paper with the border of the border that I'd put along the top of the wall. Then I went all ghey and cut out the sunflowers and watermelons and stuff and decorated the wallpaper and the wall directly above the stove. It's pretty lame ass-but it also is seven kazillion times less lame ass than what it looked like 48 hours ago. Anything is an improvement upon that-and what I have in there is truly better if I do say so myself.
(Ooooh Oliver's Army is the ironic music on I Love the 70's the Return. Swell, but wrong year dudes.)
The windows look quite nice with what I believe is called a 'treatment' I call it a not ugly piece of crud blind like every rental unit in the US comes equipped with right along with the beige carpet and the inconsistent hot water. This is a-uh, thing, (goes and checks the wrapper) matchstick blind. It has some amount of individuality to it, not that my apartment doesn't have that anyway but the less amount of stuff that belongs to Ann or is left over from Sandra I'm using the better. No ill will or anything-I just don't want to have to contribute to the purchase of a new version of something as cheap and flimsy as all the stuff that came with this place.
I dread painting the living room/bedroom and hallway. That's all I'm doing. No fancy-ness or anything. I'm just going to patch any big gaping hell mouth holes and slap a coat or two of paint on. When I get around to it. Which could be tomorrow or never. Depending mostly on my mood.