Broke into the old apartment.... This is where we used to live
Why did you paint the walls?
Why did you clean the floor?
Why did you plaster over the hole I punched in the door?
This is where we used to live
I often review local real estate listings for a look at what other people are doing with houses like mine... today, i saw a for sale ad for the condo unit that used to be my very first apartment. For those of you who remember it, they've cleaned the place up nicely, haven't they? You can never go back, I guess, but i hope the quarters lindsay and I glued into the floor gave them a little hell (or at least a little chuckle about art they don't understand). Now I will have to see if I can find some pictures that adequately describe why I wouldn't live there again.
(un)fortunately I don't think i have any pictures of the meth-head neighbor, the evil neighbors, the cockroach invasion, glued shut bathroom window, radiator that sprayed scalding water with the least provocation, crumbling plaster, or urine-soaked hallway carpet. I am fairly certain that I do have pictures of very nearly everything else that made it special. Yay. :)
Also.... I may have done a Bad Thing and downloaded Google Sketch-up. But my skin currently features some very stylish purple embroidery, so I'm not inclined to feel naughty for doing so, at this time. Why embroidery? Because pieces of me have gone missing to be sacrificed on the altar of biopsy to help figure out what is going on. It's been kind of a cruddy week so far, actually, so bring on the sunshine.
Why did you clean the floor?
Why did you plaster over the hole I punched in the door?
This is where we used to live
I often review local real estate listings for a look at what other people are doing with houses like mine... today, i saw a for sale ad for the condo unit that used to be my very first apartment. For those of you who remember it, they've cleaned the place up nicely, haven't they? You can never go back, I guess, but i hope the quarters lindsay and I glued into the floor gave them a little hell (or at least a little chuckle about art they don't understand). Now I will have to see if I can find some pictures that adequately describe why I wouldn't live there again.
(un)fortunately I don't think i have any pictures of the meth-head neighbor, the evil neighbors, the cockroach invasion, glued shut bathroom window, radiator that sprayed scalding water with the least provocation, crumbling plaster, or urine-soaked hallway carpet. I am fairly certain that I do have pictures of very nearly everything else that made it special. Yay. :)
Also.... I may have done a Bad Thing and downloaded Google Sketch-up. But my skin currently features some very stylish purple embroidery, so I'm not inclined to feel naughty for doing so, at this time. Why embroidery? Because pieces of me have gone missing to be sacrificed on the altar of biopsy to help figure out what is going on. It's been kind of a cruddy week so far, actually, so bring on the sunshine.