9.25.07

Category: dribblings

the RBC house is coming along faster than i thought it would. i’m already picking out paint colors. it’s weird to pick out paint colors for your own house. at least, it is to me. i’m usually helping people pick out colors for their houses. and by “helping” i mean that they say, “what about this color?”

and i say, “mhmm, that’s a color.”

and they say, “ooh, look at this one, what do you think?”

and i say, “that is pretty. isn’t it.”

because the reality of it is i don’t give a rat’s ass what color you want. i just want you to pick one out so i can put it on your wall and you can pay me money to do it. now, if you’re a friend, i take more time if you’re concerned about colors. really i do. seriously. like just last night i helped Flippy with her colors. but she had half the battle won already cos she knew what colors she wanted…it was the shades of color i helped out with. so no biggie, that one. and? she wasn’t all dramatic about it like some people are. my god, some people are like, “but what if it’s too green?”

“well, if it’s too green i suppose the world will stop spinning and the earth will pretty much die. quite the predicament. if only it were possible to paint over something that’s already been painted.” feh.

and the ones that haven’t picked out a color kill me. i mean, shouldn’t you pick out your damn paint BEFORE you hire the housepainter? i’m not an interior designer.(and i tell people that all the time.) i’m the labor. the grunt. would you ask the mexican guy who’s painting your house what color he thinks would look good? hmm? would you? because i think you’re asking me because i’m a girl.

and, and, AND? on the occassions where i do try and help the helpless with their paint choices? they NEVER take my advice anyway. it’s like, “jaimie, can you come over again and look at these paint swatches and help me pick one again and i promise this time i’ll really pick one?”

“sure. you should totally use the reddish one in a flat for this room. no doubt.”

“okay. thanks.”

then? when i get there to paint? “jaimie, i called a friend and she said to get the yellowy one in an eggshell so that’s what i got. what do you think?”

i think you’re a goddam retard, but as long as you’re paying me i don’t care if i’m painting your walls with hot dog mustard and exorcism vomit.

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ooh, venty wasn’t i?

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for the last two weeks we’ve been working on the RBC house everyday either after work, in my case before work, and of course on the weekends. things are really moving and it’s terrifying because: no money. feh.

the sad part is i’ve only seen jimmy for like, an hour a day. i’ll see him ten minutes in the morning and then i’ll see him at home for 40 minutes before we go to sleep. so we’ve been communicating through notes we leave each other on the couch by his laptop.

and at first, the notes were cutesy. like a typical note from me would be:

dear boba fett,

after work i’m going to finish taking down the paneling at the other house. i hope you have an awesome day and i can’t wait to see you later! i miss you already!

love,

mrs. fett

after a while it was more like:

Crazy J,

i’m getting off early and i’ll be at the house working. i got some prices on plywood, they’re on the table. there’s pizza in the ‘fridge!

love,

jamoo

now it’s more like:

hey,

i’m at the house. no dinner tonight. you need to call the lumber yard, and put the laundry that’s in the washer in the dryer, okay?

see ya

pretty soon it’ll be:

hey, 

we need milk and beer.
i’ll see you sometime in…2008.

me

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