THIS WAS MY JAM IN 1993!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I love the smell of fresh paint. It’s too bad painting isn’t funner. It was fun when I was a kid and I had an excuse for getting it everywhere. Don’t ask me HOW, but I managed to get it on my neck, under my chin. It’s pretty magical. It’s amazing how lazy I can be when I am painting. Bug on the wall? Paint over it! Voila! I’ve just added extra “texture”. That’s how the pro’s do it. (Little known fact.)
I’m one of those disorganized people when it comes to doing projects. I have the bright idea of multitasking my projects, which is pretty ineffective time management.. Case and point: got rid of my fish and fishtank. That was easy, but moving the old tables, lamps and junk on top of it? And lest ye forget cleaning the dirty skylights which have been littered by billions and billions of what I assume are caterpillar eggs. (Ew). But, I need a hose up on the second story deck for that. So, then I go out into the yard and play Indiana Jones trying to lasso throw my hose and sprayer up there without having it crashing through the sliding glass door. I did it…But, when I went to actually use the spray I noticed I killed the sprayer attachment from my Indiana Jones fail attempts at hooking the sprayer nozzle trigger thingionto the deck. It’s broken. Sigh… and in between all of this I was painting. The GOOD NEWS is, the paint “appears” to match what I’ve got on the wall. Guess I’ll really be able to tell tomorrow when the sun is out and lighting up my hallway. Blog about painting? I think so!
Pet peeve: When you’re hogging down a bag of what not and then you pull the smooth move of looking at the ingredients/ nutritional info and find out you’ve pretty much just inhaled 4,878 calories and carbs. Sweet. I can feel my toes getting fatter, dude!
Bigger pet peeve: when you remember a really killer song you used to listen to or have the tape cassette of (yeah, I had the tape cassette!) and you can’t remember the artist. Well, usually after a huge waste of time it’s a fruitless search. But, I’m proud to say, I had luck tonight, and you know what- I used to LOVE this damn song and bumped the f*ck out of my blue thunders in the mustang when I lived in San Diego. Which reminds me of the time I was driving back from the beach and my ding dong cousin flipped her I don’t like you very much hand signal with her fingers out of the car window and I thought we were getting shot at when I heard a bunch of boom boom booms going off, Nope. It was just the phuckas throwing beer bottles at my car and hitting my car whilst I was driving and soon to be driving with white knuckles because I thought I had been shot. She was dying from her own laughter watching me having a full throttle panic attack. Not cool, Lori. Not cool.
Somebody is cranking the shit out of their multitasking projects now! But first, I think I should tell you my dog speaks Spanish..er understands Spanish.
Little trick?? (I type #catsofinstagram to trick people into thinking I’ve posted a blog about cats..psssssssssssyche.)