badspoon

Almost exactly two years ago, told y'about the saying, A frog in a well knows nothing of the ocean. Was thinking about that for three reasons:

1. Introduced two of my successful business friends whom I trust completely to each other. Both have been screwed blue by other people but neither - cause I know 'em - would screw the other. Problem's that, while I know it, they don't. Annoying. S'like setting two teenagers up on a date.
2. Been thinking of traveling moving again. Always dream of it, never do. Gonna end up like George.
3. Another friend's convinced that all men're scum. Convinced. Problem's that the one common denominator in all her (truly) abysmal dating history's is...her. She won't change her map, though, nor herself, though, which's sad cause the holidays're a crap time to be alone with a reality you don't want. I should know.

Man, there're oceans out there I wanna see.

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Turning from my last post, once wrote about this mouse in my house. Bugger wouldn't die. Just disappeared one day so figured some poison or cat got him.

Fast forward to last week, when I left my pad decked out in a full suit. Forgot something so I turned around and ended up face-to-face with a mouse. We stared at each other for a second, all high noon-like, 'fore it turned and zipped inna my pad.

Ran after it, dropping my briefcase. It flew into the bathroom so I did the same, slamming the door behind me to trap us both. Grabbing the metal wastebin in there, brought it down on it over and over again, missing each time. Neighbors musta thought I was clear starkers.

Fast buggers, they are.

Finally thought I got it but turns out the dents in the can gave it a second chance; when I lifted it, expecting to find the past-present form of mouse, it sprang away.

So did I, leaping four feet back like a ten-year old girl doing double-dutch. Course, my bathroom's only three feet wide so ended up smashing in my cabinet door.

Deep breath, flipped the can around and slammed it down one last time. Poor bastard, the last thing it ever saw was some crazed Asian-dude in a brown suit bringing down a dented silver metal can on it.

To say that it was a bloody mess's not taking any literary license, lemme tell you.

Dunno how people that kill things regularly, like farmers, do it. Then again, they're probably not wearing a sweat-soaked three-piece using a dustbin. Maybe they are; what do I know?

Sorry little guy, didn't wanna, but hadta.


In other news: my bathroom floor's spotless, I've decided I wouldn't last in the wild; and I still hate AT&T.

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I know, my bedroom is boring. I'll pick out my wallpaper as soon as I find one I like. But anyway, look - we picked out a bed finally! We ended up going with the storage bed. The frame itself is hideous so I have to do some textile-browsing at the fabric store, we will reupholster it this summer. It's pretty awesome though, so much things fit inside. You just lift up the little handle and the mattress comes up. The mattress we bought is like twice the size of our old one so I can't even lift it on my own. But see?





I spent all day putting this in order. We had boxes of books, mostly sheet music in the storage basement that we haven' t been able to properly arrange until now.



I filed them according to instrument, and if we have a large collection, by composer.



I don't know why but he has a large collection of pipes I didn't know what to do with. So I used more of my pasta jars. Sometimes I wonder if people will think an old man and a little girl live here.





And his first edition Hardy Boys. This is where we differ drastically in our personality. Everything in our house pretty much belongs to him. I arrange it, I clean it up, I keep it in order - but it's all his. I don't care to "keep" stuff. I don't develop affection or attachment to things. If I desire something, it's to make my life easier - not so that I can own it for the sake of owning it.

This table for instance, I lusted after. We have a small place and it's very very practical. It folds so you can tuck it away when you're not using it, or expand when you want it bigger. I had my family over for a dinner party a few weeks ago for BK's birthday and we all fit on it. If you don't use place mats you can fit 8 people no problem.

Lately, my financial life's been eat-what-you-kill. The problem's that, after a long period of nuthin, y'grab everything that you can that might lead to scratch, even if most don't ultimately pan out.

'cept divorce. Won't touch divorces. Cause, even though it's not usually the case, one party's got it in their head that, Who the #$@#$ are y'to tell me I'm not good enough?

No, won't do divorces.

Y'wanna turn 10 craptastic apartments that share three bathrooms into four? Get the dude you love into the country legally? Register a trademark and sue someone? Raise $3 million in six weeks? Dual boot Windows on your mac so y'can save your Windows star ratings into iTunes and vice versa?

Yeah, I can do that for you.

Can work cheap, fast, or through - but y'can only pick two outta three.

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