i think i'm going photo-blog for a while. my camera's run out of space on the card, and there's some fun stuff on there. before pictures of my loved ones naked and/or passed out, tho, another woeful loft story...
so: a strip of moulding running along the edge of the bathroom door was coming off. i've ranted enough about the shoddy workmanship done on the palacial loft (and there's more pictures of shame on the camera), so i decided i would just fix it (rather than write SUCKS in oil paint across the door, for example. (or maybe, if the situation was right, in blood)). so i fetched the hammer and the one-inch brads. keep in mind: these are slightly more powerful than thumbtacks.
i got the second (you can't really call it a) nail halfway into securing this fucking piece of wood when i heard a thud. i responded immediately: stanley, you fuck! what did that big-head bastard do now? but it wasn't the cat. (it never is!) my hammering (a very small tack) had caused about three-quarters of our (colonial-style. sssssss) kitchen shelves to drop off the wall.
diego actually sent someone out to fix the problem that night. i've never had the bottle to look at how he reattached those cabinets.
