I'm taking a break from painting. As some of you know, I'm painting the new house. The big move in is tomorrow and today is the last day of painting. I'm taking a break from the painting. I'm glad you can't see me. I'm only wearing jeans. They are splattered with paint. My face, hands, and chests are splattered with red and green paint too. I haven't shaved in several days either. I'm looking rough.
I was talking to a friend yesterday about the ways in which we've changed over the years. His example of me is that I used to steal people's girlfriends. I detest that phrase "steal people's girlfriends." Its not like I picked them up and put them in my wallet while at someone's house. I like to use the phrase, "helped them make better decisions." I helped them make better decisions as far as who they were dating. I would never do it now mind you, but I used to. If you're reading this and you have been on the other end of the stick when I was younger, I apologize. If it makes you feel any better, rarely did anything except great sex arise from those relationships.
Speaking of relationships, I was talking to a friend who told me she missed her chance and let a former boyfriend slip away. It's interesting the notion that one person is perfect for individuals. I am a deep romantic mind you, but it seems I hear this conversation a lot and I notice an interesting phenomena. People look back on relationships and over time seem to forget the bad stuff and only remember the positives. Thus people end up dating the same person twice with high hopes and then same bad behaviors occur again. I'm not saying people can't change. People can if they accept the behavior and make an effort not to do it again. A lot of people don't have those conversations though at the beginning of the 2nd relationship and as a result find their belongings on the curb one day when they come home from work.
Enough about my conversations with chums.
Things are going great here. I am dreading the move tomorrow, but as with everything, it will pass. Besides the house looks very empty now without stuff in it. I have a great moving crew for which I will say thank you in advance. You are the best.
Incidentally, I have been introduced to a radio station that I am now quite fond of (thank you Melissa). They don't have DJs so you don't have to listen to the same old crap talk. It's just pure music. It helps with the painting.
Oh yeah, they re released Soundwave, the original generation one transformer and they also rereleased the GI Joes from when I was a child. I cost a crapload, but I'm in pure heaven. I almost feel a need to dig through and find my 80s he-man pajamas. I somehow doubt I would fit though.
Well it's been nice chatting. Back to the painting. Wish me luck, or better yet, come help paint.
I was talking to a friend yesterday about the ways in which we've changed over the years. His example of me is that I used to steal people's girlfriends. I detest that phrase "steal people's girlfriends." Its not like I picked them up and put them in my wallet while at someone's house. I like to use the phrase, "helped them make better decisions." I helped them make better decisions as far as who they were dating. I would never do it now mind you, but I used to. If you're reading this and you have been on the other end of the stick when I was younger, I apologize. If it makes you feel any better, rarely did anything except great sex arise from those relationships.
Speaking of relationships, I was talking to a friend who told me she missed her chance and let a former boyfriend slip away. It's interesting the notion that one person is perfect for individuals. I am a deep romantic mind you, but it seems I hear this conversation a lot and I notice an interesting phenomena. People look back on relationships and over time seem to forget the bad stuff and only remember the positives. Thus people end up dating the same person twice with high hopes and then same bad behaviors occur again. I'm not saying people can't change. People can if they accept the behavior and make an effort not to do it again. A lot of people don't have those conversations though at the beginning of the 2nd relationship and as a result find their belongings on the curb one day when they come home from work.
Enough about my conversations with chums.
Things are going great here. I am dreading the move tomorrow, but as with everything, it will pass. Besides the house looks very empty now without stuff in it. I have a great moving crew for which I will say thank you in advance. You are the best.
Incidentally, I have been introduced to a radio station that I am now quite fond of (thank you Melissa). They don't have DJs so you don't have to listen to the same old crap talk. It's just pure music. It helps with the painting.
Oh yeah, they re released Soundwave, the original generation one transformer and they also rereleased the GI Joes from when I was a child. I cost a crapload, but I'm in pure heaven. I almost feel a need to dig through and find my 80s he-man pajamas. I somehow doubt I would fit though.
Well it's been nice chatting. Back to the painting. Wish me luck, or better yet, come help paint.