the road to adulthood

In a diaboliqual twist of events the home offer I made was accepted. We are blowin' the shithole in which we currently abide. Goodbye trailer home paneling, mildewy bathrooms, and constantly freezing air conditioner.

Hello home renovation. I'm excited.

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Put an offer on a house today. First time for that.......
They already had three though.


Drat.

before & after.

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I've always been adverse to things that sting.

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I'm starting to get pretty good. If I ever need a fallback career, I think i could do tattoos or be a street artist.

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badkarma

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Karma has been less than kind to me this week.


I woke up this morning and the swelling had gone down. Sweet.

So I tried to change the dressing. Inside the laceration the doctor had packed a long line gauze. It came out with the dressing. DRAT!

I furiously searched for tweezers, however, we don't own shit like that. There were a pair of needle nose pliers laying on the kitchen counter. I grabbed them and headed for the bathroom.

I stood there with the needle nose in hand for about three minutes. Finally, clearer thinking took over. It was back to the emergency room. This makes four doctors visits in two days.

The good news is I didn't pass out today. Or vomit.

medical mishaps

We're not the sort of guys that go to the doctor very often. 99 out of 100 times neosporin covers all of my first aid needs. Monday morning I awoke with a puffy left facial cheek. "Drat, the makings of a large zit", I thought to myself. Throughout the day though, the swelling became more intense.

Naturally, Monday night was art class. It was the night I had been waiting for, we were going to draw portraits of each other. On the way to class I did a quick examination in the rear view. The puffyness had grown to bizarro levels. No portraits for me, it was a U-turn and homeward bound. Slathering neosporin on my face ,I figured things would be a.o.k in the a.m.

I figured wrong.

I was walking through the house this morning and my brother saw me. "Jesus Christ, what's wrong with your face? You need to see a doctor." That sealed the deal. At this point I am quite sure I was bitten by a brown recluse.

The doctor saw me and immediately had a puzzled look on his face. It didn't bode well. "I am going to send you to a specialist."

Back to work for a few hours as people gave me odd looks.

The nurse showed me into the specialist office. It was a single chair surrounded on two sides by trays containing a series of lethal looking stainless steel instruments. Panic immediately set in and I began to sweat. In my mind, I was working through escape scenarios.

Fortunately, there was no need for any further trauma. I'm now hopped up on a variety of anti-biotics and hoping for divine intervention.

clerks 2

I went to the clerks 2 premiere last night, rather than write something about, i found this:


Summary of last night


Pretty much sums it up.

my todo list.

What do you do when your company gets sold.......you had some stock options.......and have some money to burn?

This has been festering in my head for weeks. Trivial dilemmas abound and I have the urge to by something shiny.

1) A house. It's time to blow the shithole I'm currently living in. We need a place where we can make modifications (e.g. using a crowbar to tear stuff up). No more dumb dumb landlords. Needless to say, I don't think we are going to get the deposit back.

2) A big tattoo on my back. I already drew one up, but it's a surprise. This will hurt and I don't like needles. I'm marking this as a maybe.

3) A motorcycle. I'm a bad driver and this will most likely lead to death, again, a maybe.

Overheard at my house:

E: I bought some blue dye:

M: WHy?

E: I'm gonna dye all my underware blue.

R: Why?

E: They have poop stains and I can't afford new underware.

overheard at my house

On a rare occasion as we are both cooking at the same time, tattooed brother removes a wooden spoon from the drawer. He holds the spoon up high, examining it. The spoon is laden with dried food remnants that the dishwasher refused to remove.

"We need a sander for this one."

stuff.

Reason # 100056 to live here