And I think it's gonna be a long, long time...

[slingstone]

So Friday night Toby and several people returned to Toby's apartment from a party.  Someone decided it would be fun to spraypaint their living room using my crate of spraypaint that I was keeping there for my artsy impulsive moments.  Paul and Nick were displeased to find their living room thus 'redecorated' when we returned.  It was a tense evening, given the nature of the painting and the levels of intoxication of both sides. Both sides were appealing to me for sympathy.  I left.  I think they've just avoided the subject since then.  How bad was the redecorating? Pretty terrible. They painted the walls and ceiling of the living room and bit in the hallway and bathroom.  A large, grey "I ♥ SLUTS" in the hallway comes to mind. Also painted on some posters and Paul's rubber singing fish.  I could appreciate a single wall or a door perhaps as the designated graffiti area, but this seems like absurd destruction of property.  Destruction is really to harsh a term, but it will be a pain in the ass to buy house paint and cover up all of the spraypaint layed down that night.  Graffiti should be thoughtful and clever and make people smile or at least reflect when they see it.  Instead, too often it's merely a reminder of how quickly damage can be done with a can of spraypaint.  It's kind of dissappointing.  And they used up all of my paint.  *sigh*

At the party we stopped by last night, I overheard two people having this conversation:
"Dude, watch out. That guy's a cop."
"Who? Why? Are you sure?"
"Dude, he has a mustache. Only cops have mustaches..."

Which is to say; I've been told that I look a little like Burt Reynolds with my current facial hair situation.

http://dsc.discovery.com/news/2008/05/15/rocket-man-alps.html
http://dsc.discovery.com/news/2008/09/26/rocket-man.html

Some days I have a strong urge to take my pack and just walk out into the woods.  Sadly, I have class tomorrow and there are no "woods" really nearby.