HEY YOU READ THIS, no the guy behind you... sheesh what, do i gotta draw you a map
everyone i want to love is over thirty (and far away/unavailable, and beautiful and brilliant), i can't stand teenagers for the most part, and my hips/knees/shoulders/wrists are going out.... i'm not really anything other than a big little kid.
ko, ok...
a tour of the new digs then. today, we cut straight to the point, get it out of the way and it up the hell that is the bathroom. not like 9 fiery hot pokers up the ass hell, more of a ewe kinda hell. imagine if you will: the sink is likely either a salad bowl with a hole in the center, or ripped screaming from a decrepit airplane bathroom.m the countertop was not so much cut as vaguely shaped to fit the space it contains. think how a 4yo without thumbs might mold clay into a rectilinear shape. next the toilet. take a moment, compose yourself, its no longer as bad as it was. the edge around teh base no longer has semi viscous brown filth mixed with cat litter crammed in at sublime angles. no, this "feature" is gone, removed, cleansed. the unstained wooden seat and lid are still there. i wouldn't eat off it, but at least i don't get teh creepy from using it. some lovely raw pressboard shelving, and then the shower. don't look at the floor. just don't. it's not good, it's bad. not real bad, but, you gotta stand in there naked, so just don't look. it's easier. whilst standing in there, one must be extra careful not to spread ones' arms out too far, for indeed this is actually not possible. the space is cramped, like a double wide coffin cramped. the shower head is thankfully not too low, the water heats up quick enough, the experience is not that disagreeable, just don't look down. the floor of the bathroom now has a lovely bath mat, recently purchased form pennies at a 50% discount, it's black and luscious on the toesies. it covers a warped and irregular 10 linoleum woth funny blue colored stains of a variety i'd not pretend to guess at. then, we are roughly done. incidentally, the light switch is on the wrong side of the wall, just behind the fridge in the kitchen, but alas, that foray shall have to wait until next time. oh as much as it sux to have such a wacked and awkward water closet, it's still mine, all mine, my own, my precious..... so back off unless you come for resp'ct mofo
everyone i want to love is over thirty (and far away/unavailable, and beautiful and brilliant), i can't stand teenagers for the most part, and my hips/knees/shoulders/wrists are going out.... i'm not really anything other than a big little kid.
ko, ok...
a tour of the new digs then. today, we cut straight to the point, get it out of the way and it up the hell that is the bathroom. not like 9 fiery hot pokers up the ass hell, more of a ewe kinda hell. imagine if you will: the sink is likely either a salad bowl with a hole in the center, or ripped screaming from a decrepit airplane bathroom.m the countertop was not so much cut as vaguely shaped to fit the space it contains. think how a 4yo without thumbs might mold clay into a rectilinear shape. next the toilet. take a moment, compose yourself, its no longer as bad as it was. the edge around teh base no longer has semi viscous brown filth mixed with cat litter crammed in at sublime angles. no, this "feature" is gone, removed, cleansed. the unstained wooden seat and lid are still there. i wouldn't eat off it, but at least i don't get teh creepy from using it. some lovely raw pressboard shelving, and then the shower. don't look at the floor. just don't. it's not good, it's bad. not real bad, but, you gotta stand in there naked, so just don't look. it's easier. whilst standing in there, one must be extra careful not to spread ones' arms out too far, for indeed this is actually not possible. the space is cramped, like a double wide coffin cramped. the shower head is thankfully not too low, the water heats up quick enough, the experience is not that disagreeable, just don't look down. the floor of the bathroom now has a lovely bath mat, recently purchased form pennies at a 50% discount, it's black and luscious on the toesies. it covers a warped and irregular 10 linoleum woth funny blue colored stains of a variety i'd not pretend to guess at. then, we are roughly done. incidentally, the light switch is on the wrong side of the wall, just behind the fridge in the kitchen, but alas, that foray shall have to wait until next time. oh as much as it sux to have such a wacked and awkward water closet, it's still mine, all mine, my own, my precious..... so back off unless you come for resp'ct mofo
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I would love to meet you some day too.
I likey the clouds too.
~cheers