i know, what's wrong with me? this is what happens when i don't leave the house all day, i reckon. i had actually meant to write about something else, not gram parsons. that just slipped out. what i meant to say was that i found this apartment that i'm going to look at tomorrow. actually, it's a house. anyway, it sounds really ideal (price, location, and amenities-wise), but there weren't any pictures. i'm nervous because the landlady told me to drive by it first, then as a second step to look in the windows, then if i was STILL interested, call her and she'll come show it to me. it sort of seemed like she doesn't expect anyone to really get beyond step one and two. So then she said that there is something falling apart on the porch, and don't worry, she is going to fix it and replace the door now that the other tenant is out. also, something about the tenant having left a bed in the backyard? i don't know... it's raining like hell right now all over that bed.
It's all a bit sketchy, no? But just perfect enough price/place/amenities-wise that i will have to embark on at least step 1 tomorrow.
The other thing was that i got in trouble at my painting class for not following directions very well. true, i was supposed to paint the kitchen sink. also true, i totally cheated and painted my pretty rainbow-edged colander filled with blueberries, with the stainless steel sink surface below it. the teacherchastised me for taking this mundane subject, which apparently was mundane for a purpose, and sexing it up. what can i say? everything i touch gets sexed all up. GET USED TO IT.
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