The couch is 100% gone. Vamos, outtie 500, AWOL, absent, not there at all. My throat is hurting from the spray paint but overall I am happy with this situation. Never seen anything like tonight, destruction within a confined space like that. I'm really surprised the neighbors below didn't come up knocking, especially when the jigsaw was starting up. There's no way they couldn't have heard that. Thanks to Joseph for providing the start of the ruckus - I'm not sure it could have gone down properly without the saw.
Not sure what's going to happen with me this weekend. If craigslist doesn't work out for cwk tickets, the show Stephanie is going to sounds like fun, too. Then Saturday... why am I not in the mood for the Showbox? It just sounds too big. Like a fuss, much ado that I don't want to put up. I really want to dig into that oilcloth. Every time I see one of those bags I want.
Begonia is sitting on the arm of my chair, purring motor. She must have been scared out of her mind when the debauchery was underway. Poor thing.
When's the last time you had animal crackers?
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