The other night I had a dream that I invented a FABULOUS MACHINE. It wasn’t just any kind of fabulous machine, it was worthy of the capslock treatment. This machine took food and dehydrated it, leaving the outside crunchy and the inside gooey. Eddie told me this was already invnted and is called a toaster, but this FABULOUS MACHINE could also do one more thing, and that was convert the theme song of Laverne & Shirley to a ska style. Can you just imagine a barrage of horns backing “Our way, yes our way!” JUST IMAGINE IT, PEOPLE.
This week has been faster than usual. The first half of the week we got slaughtered at the end of my shift, and then today it was DEAD. Oh, and the lovely week off I had last week? (…)
“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes ‘Awww!’”
Jack Kerouak, On the Road
We got an assload of work done in the kitchen today. We put another coat of yellow on the walls because there were some spots where even 2 coats of primer didn’t stop the wallpaper motif from showing through. We did the cabinet frames and the drawers all white. I filled some screw holes in the cabinet doors, sanded them down, then painted everything all white. We removed 2 pairs of sliding cabinet doors because it would have been impossible to paint them without resulting in the doors getting stuck shut, and it looks a lot better without them.
So the plans for next weekend are as follows:
paint the hinges for the cabinet doors
finish trim in kitchen
put the doors back up
paint the walls in the bedroom, providing that we can move things out of there
paint the living room if we can’t get things out of the bedroom
LSD vs. Alcohol v. Tree
Some of the images are just really funny and accurate.
This afternoon we went to 3 different craft stores trying to find something very specific (I’ll post pics of it after tomorrow). We wandered around these stores trying to find this very small, inexpensive bit, hunting through every section and asking for help, and do you think anyone had one of these things? Hell no. Naturally, we’re walking all through these places and Eddie is saying “This is just your way of getting to go into craft places, amiright?”
And naturally, my response was “HELL YEAH I WANNA STICK AROUND HERE IN THE SCRAPBOOK AISLE WITH THE SOCCER MOMS AND OLD LADIES NOW GO FIND ME 10 POUNDS OF BABY BLUE STOCKING WEIGHT YARN MOFO”. Then I bitchslapped him and called him a filthy whore.
We started the major painting in the new place this afternoon, with Eddie putting a coat of yellow on the kitchen walls and me putting blue in the bedroom. (…)
