My day’s been improved. The backyard might go belly up in lava and flame. Seems St. Helen might pop her top. There’s little seismic shudders and steam and ash are pouring from the peak.
It’s about bloody time something happened today.
I have nothing to do in the slightest today, so I want to saturate myself with colour to save myself from lonely madness. I’m weighing the pros and cons of it being rent day. At some point the landlord will come by. It’s the timing of the two actions that I’m wondering about. Actually – there’s only one real question: Do I really need to be shirtless and covered in plum when I answer the door? It’s something to ponder. I will answer my door dressed mostly in hairdye and a bra. I know this, yes. I answer the door in practically towels. (They’re not quite towels). As well, knowing my life as I’m beginning to, I’m almost certain that would be when he arrives. It’s not really a dilemma, but it’s enough of one to make me consider how much of a twit I am.
I think I’m going to go for it because I’m stupid. To be fair – Pictures if you want them.
Mental notes: Hide the pet. If need be, put on the elbow length gloves again to hide the writing. (*rolls eyes* because that would make a better impression. sheesh my brain.)