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I should've learned my lesson with the shelves.
I don't think you could call me handy by any stretch of the imagination. But I want this place done, fuck whether or not it was supposed to be my birthday present, there's suddenly more urgency to finish it now. To have a place of our own. A fresh start.
So that's why I'm in the Hamlet again, working on a wall, and actually feelin' a little spark of pride as the hut starts to take shape. Just my luck, the damn thing'll fall over as soon as we have a stiff breeze, but we've had enough help that I figure it'll stand up okay. I keep having to stop and pry things out of Max's jaws, tossing away pieces of ruined bamboo, dotted with little teeth-marks, into a growing pile. With this little bastard in my way, I might never finish.
I've never been one to do work to distract myself. Usually I'd try and find someone with some booze, or if I'm lucky something stronger, but no... I'm out here workin' alone on a hut for me and my fucking boyfriend. But I have to admit there's something relaxin' and a little hypnotic 'bout the sound of the hammer striking nails and wood... Well, that is until the seering pain of when I catch the corner of my thumb with the butt of the hammer...
"Motherfucker!"
Oh yeah, this was a brilliant idea.
[OOC: Yes, I am bombarding you with posts. Deal with it. He's in the Hamlet, again, and despite the profanity, he's doing okay. Please, come help the poor boy out.]
I don't think you could call me handy by any stretch of the imagination. But I want this place done, fuck whether or not it was supposed to be my birthday present, there's suddenly more urgency to finish it now. To have a place of our own. A fresh start.
So that's why I'm in the Hamlet again, working on a wall, and actually feelin' a little spark of pride as the hut starts to take shape. Just my luck, the damn thing'll fall over as soon as we have a stiff breeze, but we've had enough help that I figure it'll stand up okay. I keep having to stop and pry things out of Max's jaws, tossing away pieces of ruined bamboo, dotted with little teeth-marks, into a growing pile. With this little bastard in my way, I might never finish.
I've never been one to do work to distract myself. Usually I'd try and find someone with some booze, or if I'm lucky something stronger, but no... I'm out here workin' alone on a hut for me and my fucking boyfriend. But I have to admit there's something relaxin' and a little hypnotic 'bout the sound of the hammer striking nails and wood... Well, that is until the seering pain of when I catch the corner of my thumb with the butt of the hammer...
"Motherfucker!"
Oh yeah, this was a brilliant idea.
[OOC: Yes, I am bombarding you with posts. Deal with it. He's in the Hamlet, again, and despite the profanity, he's doing okay. Please, come help the poor boy out.]