Any Which Way to Smile

I guess I've been a little hesitant to write for a while... My grandfather has in past, read my blog and every time the mood flashes over to write, I feel this wave of nausea come over me... What if grandpa reads this? My whole family laughs at me, I'm a jokester. And I don't know how to spell that, either.

But who cares, right? I'm going to cuss whether God likes it or not... Because truth be told, God looks over me, maybe, but I, in turn live my own life... Cussing can only affect me, right? Right. Right right right.

For the moment, there is nothing too interesting to outsiders, occuring in my life. Nothing, but traveling back and forth, readjusting to my home, my house, my sheets. And Christian, the same. I feel for him on that one. But happiness is happiness, you'll agree. You will. You have to.

And work. Work is tedious and boring. It always is, and never changes. But it has gotten busier, and with grumpier and cheaper guests. And that only makes work that much greater. I hate serving. It's the only way of income at this point. Tah daaah Oh well.

Update: I have learned recently that kitty litter and old, decrepid carpet that turns berber after ten years, don't mix. Whoever sleeps in that room now, has to deal with the crunch that comes from walking barefoot.

A few things I want to do in the future:
I want to paint and re-do the hallway bathroom. I now get sick when in a room with a ridiculous amount of yellow flowers. Maybe it's the color yellow.

Furniture, I want to paint it. Coffee tables. And I don't know why.

I want to learn Nocturne in E flat on the piano/keyboard.

See snow.



And so, tomorrow, I don't have to work again, and I know damn well none of those things will happen. That doesn't matter. But I forsee some pictures of random objects coming soon.

posted by Tim @ 5:17 PM