Temporary Things
Part of moving out consisted of watching my friend Danny paint over my living room wall. A wall I really liked. But it’s hard to get your deposit back when your wall has the word “fuck” painted on it. Twice.
Bigger and better walls soon. Perhaps Century Gothic?
I really don’t care. Just counting the days until mid-March.
When happiness begins.
Oh, and I’m trying to update more.
I love this pic. And the sentiment. It’s sad but necessary.
so sad to see it go… wait… what??!!