I think I’ll start off with a rant to the person who made a three point turn in the middle of the road not even ten feet away from a cul-de-sac they could have turned down: You’re stupid.
Now I’ll rant about painting my parent’s house: the thing is fucking huge, why the hell did I decide to give it a full prep? My caulking fingers are getting torn up and I still have more than a side to go. Next I have to prime with A-100. Fuck that shit. How the hell am I going to get the can up to the knotholes when it doesn’t have anything to hold it with? Way to design your can assholes. Also I need a taller ladder to hit the peaks and there’s a ton of shit in my way making finishing the prep work impossible. With just my thoughts and music to keep me company progress has been incredibly slow. And I have to get rid of the bees, but they have just as much a right to live there as I do to paint it. I will paint no more houses forever.
Withdrawals are a bitch. And it hasn’t even been three days? HAHAHAHAHAHA sick.
Now that that’s out of the way, I’m going up to Bham tomorrow to finally sign the lease. And I’m going to clean Noname and The Mini. There’s something therapeutic about that. I like the smell of the formula.
Yesterday Alexandra and I saw a movie (Orson Welles take on Shakespeare’s Henry the IV, Falstaff Chimes at Midnight. The cinematography was epic; there were no frames that could not have been stand alone pictures. But I don’t like all the cuts to the dialogue he had to make). It had been over a month (I think) since we last saw each other. That’s way too long – especially since I don’t really do anything and my attempts to change that have failed. And there was a rainbow over Capital Hill!
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