Anonymous

A Story a Day
2004-04-23 17:14:56 (UTC)

Day Five (53)

1:14pm
Yeah, so painting sucks. it is no fun. And i don't want to
paint anymore. I swear, next time (this is what i said last
time) i am going to paint everything before i move in.
everything will be done before i move in. the furniture and
the roommate's shit. whatever, worthless. i'm pissed and
i'm covered in fucking paint and i keep getting it all over
the floor. because of, not despite the drop cloth.

4:11pm
Okay, so after doing a great deal more work with painting
the doors i realized that drop cloths are for suckers.
don't use em. you can just clean up right after and if you
absolutely have to, just use newspaper and then throw it out
right after. it's genius! also, painting is stupid.

6:56pm
Okay, the doors are all done. Good. Cause they fucking
sucked, especially the front door. I almost lost it on that
one and ruined the job. NOw all i have to do is wait for
the paint to dry, take off the tape and i'm free to go live
in the world again. yes folks, i'm literally waiting for
paint to dry. my hands are covred, and they're certainly
dry. i feel really gross cause i've been scrubbing the
paint and shit off the floor for hours and i'm using white,
so of course things don't really look that different. just
cleaner. but that's something.

this really huge fucking bee flew into the apartment today.
huge like mutant huge. and it kept circling the equally
mutant light bulbs i put in the lamps so i could see what i
was doing. i wonder if it just circled until it got tired
then landed on the bulb and exploded. cause i don't see it
anymore. when bugs are so big that they fly wabbley and
drunk, they shouldn't then be known as birds, or dinorsaurs
or something.

i watched mean streets, like on my breaks. it was good.
mostly for kietel and deniro. back when both of them
weren't such geizers. we're all going to be geezers one
day. except for jim morrison. and me.




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