So drinking a pot of coffee at 7pm is never a good idea for me, but I did it anyway. The plan of the evening was to hang out at home, wait for random craigslisters to show up and buy my shit that I'm selling, and hope they are not serial killers, all the while washing the walls and baseboards in my kitchen. Well two of two non-serial killing craigslisters showed and I unloaded some household goods. At 8pm I decided to "touch up" the baseboards and some random spots on the walls. Next thing I know it's 11:30pm and I've repainted the all of the baseboards, trim, and three doors in my kitchen, as well as touched up some of the walls. It's 12:30am and I am still flying around the house as if on crack. What I should do is go back to the kitchen and touch up the cabinet (it really only needs a touch up, I swear) but I fear what will come if I continue in this state. Fuck it, sweat equity.
Someone better buy this god damn house so I can get out of this godforsaken city. I was sooo close to having it sold last week to a nice hippie lesbian couple. My neighbor sabotaged it by telling them of "a couple" recent attempted break ins. Fuckers, if I knew who said it I'd go staple their heads to the carpet. It's karmic retribution though, two years ago I talked a woman out of purchasing a home in the OC due to the high crime of that summer. To my defense, she was going to have her three year old grandchild w/ her quite a bit. I was looking out for the toddler. Anyway, okay, I get it, what goes around comes around, we're even. Now please universe align so I can leave quietly and never have to return.
Okay, more productive work, but not in the paint realm. Later.
MJ
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