realizions

The purchase of two nice things has made the entire collection of my inventory look shit-tay in a big big way. I'm going to have to do some major upgrading....

Driving on nine

Today was moving day. The plan was to come home last night pack, then wake up early this morning and load the truck. I had a crash into a happy hour though, I went home and passed out on the couch at 8 pm. So much for packing.

Certain things trigger my white trash tendencies. Arriving at the U-HAUL facility, they pulled my truck around. It was a 21 foot moving vehicle circa 1970. I jumped up into the cab, immediately I notice inputs for a cb, a factory am radio and manual transmission. It felt like the cab of a semi.

A smile slowly krept upon my face.

I'm 28 years old and moved the majority of my belongings in trashbags. It somehow felt right.

On the plus side, I went to best buy to pick out a refrigerator. No more loser white refrigtors for me. I picked out pimp stainless steel one. You know, the one with side by side doors thats makes crushed ice. I've always wanted one of those. I think I have just perhaps upped my status in life.

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Master bedroom. Needs cosmetics.

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Picture 253
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Little bathroom. Replace everything.

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Picture 251
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This is the worst room of the house. It's like 1982 threw up. We're gonna gut it. The left wall leads into the garage. We'll knock it out and push it back 5 or 6 feet. The back wall has a sliding glass door, we'll frame it up and close it off, then put up a wall and make a laundry room. Rip out all cabinets and appliances, replace floor, and that's that.

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Living room. Not much work to be done here. Just cosmetics

sleeping on a pillow letting smelly farts

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Damn, I love dvr. I taped The decline of the western civilization part 2: The metal years.

It's a documentary about metal bands of the 80's. Stellar.

Simply stellar.

Now I'm embarressed to say I downloaded some "Faster Pussycat" songs, and cannot stop listening to them. Remember "the bathroom wall".

You should. Seriously. It's horrible and great at the same time.

overheard in my house

R: How was the dave matthews concert?

E: It was the worst experience ever. I had to ride up with this cop. He played Kelly Clarkson on the radio. When we got to the concert people were smoking weed in front of us. I told the cop to flash his badge at them. He wouldn't do it.

If i was a cop i would flash my badge and confiscate their weed. Then i would sell it to my friends and make moolah.

R: hehe

E: I guess that is why i am not a cop.

don't forget the potatoes

If you leave a bag of potatoes in a closet for say.....oh....like a year.....they will turn into a bag of liquid stinky juice. If you move it, it will splash on your feet. Then, you may vomit.

Hurray for moving.

New house pictures forthcoming.

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G's up. Ho's down.

It has been a busy few weeks, but now things are wrapping up. My last class first back to school class ends tomorrow. I close on a house on the the 23rd. Then the real fun begins, by fun I mean demolition.

For now, I have to start packing up, by packing up I mean throwing away the all of the useless shit that I have accumuluted over the last three years. Looking through the closets here is nothing short of hilarious. In the hall closet the contents were as follows:

1) 1 old suitcase
2) 3 automotive speakers
3) A sleeping bag
4) 1 philips head screwdriver
5) A gas mask
6) 1 empty bottle of forumula 409

I'm not sure how we come up with this stuff.

The final step of this process is try and clean three years worth of squalor. This is perhaps the most taxing portion of the endevour.....

tatoo shop

tatoo shop
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Picture 243
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Everyone lied. It really does hurt.

a whirlwind of excitement

I'm swimming in a sea of home inspections, paperwork, end of class assignments and work craziness. Today I took off, and leisurely napped around the house in a well deserved state of peace.

During the sweltering evening heat a rainstorm erupted out of the blue. It seemed the perfect time to make a trip to the tattoo place. I now have an appointment to get a large and quite permanent marking placed upon my back next Friday. Things are wrapping up. The house closing is on the 23rd. My first back to school class ends the week after next. Next week I return to the Northeast for a trip to Boston (work related).

Here's a book recommendation for the intellectually minded out there. Narcissus and Goldmund by Herman Hesse. It's prolific.