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The wall got knocked down the other day, place has doubled in size it's bloody insane. There's dust everywhere and i can still smell it. Its strange, when i was a kid i always really liked the smell of new wood, and thsi kinda reminds me of that, and then i bloody well remember that it's so pungent and it's so far up my nose it itches like fuck and the nostalgia is gone.
Ebs has gone a little mental, if i say so myself, we've painted the wall behind the counter and she's decided to glue buttons on it in this huge spiral or something. The concept sounds brilliant, but i can't help but be a little wary of some corpse bride wobbling on the top rungs of a ladder glueing buttons to the wall.
The real painting started today, place just reeks - it's just going from one extreme tothe other.
i'm starting to get that buzz back, now. its starting and ican feel the reopen coming and the moment i do i just get this mixture of terror and excitement exploding in my veins or something and it's like a fight to see who wins.
Fuck i cant talk.
It good, it's exciting its getting to me.
Ebs has gone a little mental, if i say so myself, we've painted the wall behind the counter and she's decided to glue buttons on it in this huge spiral or something. The concept sounds brilliant, but i can't help but be a little wary of some corpse bride wobbling on the top rungs of a ladder glueing buttons to the wall.
The real painting started today, place just reeks - it's just going from one extreme tothe other.
i'm starting to get that buzz back, now. its starting and ican feel the reopen coming and the moment i do i just get this mixture of terror and excitement exploding in my veins or something and it's like a fight to see who wins.
Fuck i cant talk.
It good, it's exciting its getting to me.