Paint

Painting has commenced.  Right now, in my hall, a mattress, box spring and bedframe are leaning up against my bookcases. If you are thinking about how I am able to walk down the hall without tripping, falling, hitting my head and bleeding onto the floor…the answer is “with great difficulty.”

When I look into my bedroom, the room being painted, I am excited. The yellow is nice and cheerful and clean!  It’s SO clean.  My neighbor Bee, who is doing the painting, was suggesting how I can reorganize the room.  Although the rest of the apartment was painted sometime in the past 10 years, it’s been almost 15 years since the bedrooms were painted.  It’s exciting.  And with Mr. Cl3an eraser stick, maybe it will stay cleaner than I’m used to.

In the news about the pseudo-Charlie Sh33n guy, he e-mailed me yesterday to ask for a flirtatious phone call, i.e. phone sex.  Yes, he may be a doctor, but if he is, he is loitering by his computer at 1PM on a Tuesday trying to get strange women to talk dirty to him.  It’s good to be suspicious of these buffoons at all times because most people on em dot com are icky liars.

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