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Ok, so the painting probably won't be done until Saturday, which means I will have been in a state of chaos for 6 days. Also, I am killing off brain cell after brain cell by sleeping in a room with paint fumes. Also, I have this thing in which my bedroom door must be closed in order for me to sleep comfortably but I can't close it because of the paint fumes and have therefore been sleeping very lightly. Which, combined with the fact that my vent cover is removed from the duct so I can paint around it, is why I am pretty sure I was woken by the sounds of what could only be my upstairs neighbors getting intimate this morning. And I am scarred for life. Fingers crossed that the brain cells that die tonight are responsible for that memory.
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Again I say, we did not move here to experience the brothel of yore!
k. I'm laughing out loud in the computer lab. that's hilarious! how disgusting. honestly-- what's the deal with morning people anyway, can't they save it? um. nothing like starting the morning right?
good thing about the fumes.
that painting sounds like a nightmare. I painted my last room a light yellow--over dark grey. That took forever. I am no longer friends with the paintbrush.
I made an executive decision that should I ever paint again, I will either rent one of those spray machines, or better yet, higher it done.
I hope those are the brain cells that die. That is the worst!
LOL! Are they married? And yeah, that would scar you for life. I was similarly scarred for life when I was younger and saw dragon flies mating, if you haven't ever seen that, well, its a real experience! Good luck Scully...and don't get any ideas! Jk.
Wow more than you ever wanted to know about your neighbors!!!
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