sunday_green

i'm going home on tuesday to paint my mum's living room. she talked me into it earlier on the phone, promising some kind of foodstuffs in return for my ability to throw emulsion around at a great rate and said she'd give me part of my birthday present seeing as i'll be there. i almost blurted out that hey, i could come paint the whole house a week from now cause i'll have nothing better to do but managed to bite my tongue in time. i don't like my family knowing any more about my life than they absolutely have to and i definately don't need her telling my dad about the impending unemployment. as a matter of course, there is some small hope for the place yet, but i don't want to think about it incase i get my hopes up. i like to live life firm in the knowledge that there is no hope in hope. just like there's no i in team...

i'm getting my face on cause i'm finally going to see lost in translation, after it being sold out for the last two weekends for some ridiculous reason. why does everyone in town have to develop cinematic taste the week i want to see a movie? fuckers. incidentally, i just realized with horror the reason the perfume my boss got me for xmas smells so familiar. my mother wears it. took a fucking month for me to remember what she smells like, other than cigarettes and vomit. she sounded strangely drunk on the phone but i'll give her the benefit of the doubt seeing as it was four in the afternoon. but then she's one of those drinkers that is perpetually inebriated. it usually only takes her one drink to get topped up again, like those bums who seem happy to have one tin of special brew to get them through the day.

you should all read jim goad, watch 25th hour and listen to carryon.