The best part about morning now that I've cut all my hair off is that when I wake up I look like this:
|Part Wolverine, part lion. Rawr!|
But when today's to-do list includes such things as sharpen chisel and price check leather and find glass paint and date all canned goods, you can see why regular old housecleaning is a nice thing too.
|This is what my table looks like right now. I never said my life was glamorous, but if I had this would disprove it.|
A few things I'm glad about today:
-I'm glad that I haven't refinished my table yet, so that I can use it as a cutting board.
-I'm glad I'm single and live alone so that nobody else is around to have to put up with me when I
refuse to bathe until I'm about to leave the apartment.
-Similarly, I'm glad that I can belt out 'Bad Company' in the wrong key as loud as I'd like without repercussion.
I was born, sixgun in my hand
Behind a gun I make my final stand
It's why they call me bad company
And I can't deny bad company
Until the day I die
Here's some of the music I've been listening to lately:
Cake - 'Italian Leather Sofa'
We can blame this song on a friend of mine, who listens to this cd endlessly in the car and forced me to accidentally memorize the lyrics. Now we can sing it together and add harmonies and all that jazz, but still... blame this one on him.
Bob Seger - 'Turn the Page'
The Beatles - 'Twist and Shout'