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Three weeks ago I patched the holes in my bathroom wall. There are a few of you that know how they got there and how long they've been there. Anyway, I patched them with some sheet metal, joint compound, and some adhesive mesh. Today, Erin and I sanded down those patches and started the priming process.
Erin just shouted at me from the bathroom that I better not be saying anything about how bad a painter she is. So I won't.
Moving on, the bathroom kinda looks bad. I know it's just primer, but I think you can tell where the holes used to be. They're like little raised areas. Little wounds, mended, but always there. Hmm. Later tonight or maybe tomorrow or maybe next week or maybe any period between four hours from now and three years from now, we're going to paint. I bought a dark Ralph Lauren Suede Texture Paint three years ago for this purpose. I don't think I'm going to like it anymore. I was obsessed with the idea of a dark bathroom, then. Now I don't think so. Now I want a big one. Two big ones. With a jacuzzi in one and one of those stall showers with 7 heads in the other. Or maybe both in both. Haven't decided.
I was watching the TV last night and a commercial came on TV. There was a deep, low pitched voice singing "I.....am thinking it's a sign.....that the freckles in our eyes......are mirror images.....and when we kiss they're perfectly aligned." And I instantly got very angry because they were ruining an excellent song. (I can't think of that song without seeing Anton and Liza singing it in my rearview mirror and kissing at the right moment. How gay.) But then, to add insult to injury, to commerical turned out to be for M&Ms! WHAT? How the hell to freckles and eyes have anything to do with M&Ms. Bastards.
There's paint on me.
I'm going to take my agressions out on a tennis ball later on, I think.
EDIT: Now the at the primer is drying...it doesn't look that bad.
Erin just shouted at me from the bathroom that I better not be saying anything about how bad a painter she is. So I won't.
Moving on, the bathroom kinda looks bad. I know it's just primer, but I think you can tell where the holes used to be. They're like little raised areas. Little wounds, mended, but always there. Hmm. Later tonight or maybe tomorrow or maybe next week or maybe any period between four hours from now and three years from now, we're going to paint. I bought a dark Ralph Lauren Suede Texture Paint three years ago for this purpose. I don't think I'm going to like it anymore. I was obsessed with the idea of a dark bathroom, then. Now I don't think so. Now I want a big one. Two big ones. With a jacuzzi in one and one of those stall showers with 7 heads in the other. Or maybe both in both. Haven't decided.
I was watching the TV last night and a commercial came on TV. There was a deep, low pitched voice singing "I.....am thinking it's a sign.....that the freckles in our eyes......are mirror images.....and when we kiss they're perfectly aligned." And I instantly got very angry because they were ruining an excellent song. (I can't think of that song without seeing Anton and Liza singing it in my rearview mirror and kissing at the right moment. How gay.) But then, to add insult to injury, to commerical turned out to be for M&Ms! WHAT? How the hell to freckles and eyes have anything to do with M&Ms. Bastards.
There's paint on me.
I'm going to take my agressions out on a tennis ball later on, I think.
EDIT: Now the at the primer is drying...it doesn't look that bad.