Sep 20, 2008 14:50
Sometimes in life you have to remind yourself why you don't hang out and drink in the North Shore. The main reason being, it's the North fucking Shore. It's the sound really, that horrible fucking sound. It's not the Queen's English, it's probably not even English at this point. It's it own country with a national language that no one ever asked for. And everybody somehow knows everyone else, from "back in the day." People aren't really allowed to leave the North Shore it seems, maybe they lack the proper papers to get out. But hey, I guess it works for them.
Painting the walls of the common room this weekend, following the ceiling last weekend.
I will not fall into the trap of looking at this room sans furniture and have that false epiphany of "you-know-this-room-really-does-look-better-without-all-this-crap-maybe-the-japanese-have-the-right-idea-and-i'll-just-go-out-and-buy-a-bunch-of-floor-pillows-so-i-can-destroy-my-knees-that-much-earlier-in-life"
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You know, it does really fucking open the room up though....
for realz