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Jul. 9th, 2004 10:09 amThis is going to be a long day, I can just tell. I just would rather be somewhere else, I need some sort of game to play, something to pass the time. I could actully do some work, but have very little motivation. Just kinda "blah". Anything fun or interesting on the web is blocked out.
I'd rather be at home working on the exterior or bathroom. I got to use my sawsall on the wall yesterday, I had to move an light fixture. That was fun. The whole working on the house thing is quite zen to me. Most of the work is mindless, spaceout and paint, scrape or sand. Some requires much thought and creative solutions. Some requires heavy duty power tools and manly destruction.
I think I'll go to the doctor and see if he can swap my penis out for a sawsall. (or at least a blade attachment for it)
But mostly it is the satisfaction of making things better for your own living space, and increasing the value of your property. But it is a drag to have to tackle the basics first. I'd like to build and create all the extras. You know, landscaping and gardening just for the sheer hell of it. Build a room in the basement for brewing beer, dedicated and designed for that one thing only. Put up a picket fence. Make decorative walk ways. All the things you can consider non essential extras.
But for now its just sand, scrape, patch, install and paint. All my money is sinking right into the house. My car is a complete joke because of that. A 1997 Dodge Neon, white, one of the tires is the compact spare, the head gasket is blown, it leaks anti-freeze and oil, runs like shit, the battery is actually an emergency booster pack, rust, electrical issues, water pump is on deaths door and you can only trust it to go a few miles a time. I take much shit about the car from my coworkers, but I tell them I really don't care, my house is my central focus, I don't give a fuck about the car.
Well maybe I do care about the car, a little. Just because it was free and has a book value of $0.23. That means....who cares what the hell I do to it? Paint it flat black, hook up an oil feed system to the muffler to belch smoke, cover it in duct tape, build a massive spoiler and put a coffee can size exhaust pipe on the bumper and glue rice over the exterior, glue various pieces of junk on the roof, cover the interior in porn, put a big white X on the top, put a turret on the top, batwings on the rear fenders, whatever I want, because...there is no trade in value! So I might fix it someday, but it is no real priority.
Well, I have managed to munch up some time posting this gaggle of thoughts.
I'd rather be at home working on the exterior or bathroom. I got to use my sawsall on the wall yesterday, I had to move an light fixture. That was fun. The whole working on the house thing is quite zen to me. Most of the work is mindless, spaceout and paint, scrape or sand. Some requires much thought and creative solutions. Some requires heavy duty power tools and manly destruction.
I think I'll go to the doctor and see if he can swap my penis out for a sawsall. (or at least a blade attachment for it)
But mostly it is the satisfaction of making things better for your own living space, and increasing the value of your property. But it is a drag to have to tackle the basics first. I'd like to build and create all the extras. You know, landscaping and gardening just for the sheer hell of it. Build a room in the basement for brewing beer, dedicated and designed for that one thing only. Put up a picket fence. Make decorative walk ways. All the things you can consider non essential extras.
But for now its just sand, scrape, patch, install and paint. All my money is sinking right into the house. My car is a complete joke because of that. A 1997 Dodge Neon, white, one of the tires is the compact spare, the head gasket is blown, it leaks anti-freeze and oil, runs like shit, the battery is actually an emergency booster pack, rust, electrical issues, water pump is on deaths door and you can only trust it to go a few miles a time. I take much shit about the car from my coworkers, but I tell them I really don't care, my house is my central focus, I don't give a fuck about the car.
Well maybe I do care about the car, a little. Just because it was free and has a book value of $0.23. That means....who cares what the hell I do to it? Paint it flat black, hook up an oil feed system to the muffler to belch smoke, cover it in duct tape, build a massive spoiler and put a coffee can size exhaust pipe on the bumper and glue rice over the exterior, glue various pieces of junk on the roof, cover the interior in porn, put a big white X on the top, put a turret on the top, batwings on the rear fenders, whatever I want, because...there is no trade in value! So I might fix it someday, but it is no real priority.
Well, I have managed to munch up some time posting this gaggle of thoughts.
