I don't hire other people to paint for me, and occasionally attempt to beg Pete and Jilli to let me paint their place, please please please.

I'd probably hire exterior painters. We didn't when painting the old house, due to NONE of them having openings.

I'd love to have the guy from Rate My Space come help redo my bedroom-- most other places in my home I'm all "mitts off!" but I think he does a great job really listening to what the clients want.

On the other hand, I generally want to throttle Constance Ramos from Color Correction-- she's inhaled a few too many paint fumes for my taste.

The main reason--nay, the only reason--I want to buy my own place is so I can paint the walls. I hate apartments with their beige-colored walls, yet that's all I've ever had.

The main reason--nay, the only reason--I want to buy my own place is so I can paint the walls. I hate apartments with their beige-colored walls, yet that's all I've ever had.

Screw it! Make a little savings account called "They Can Keep My Fucking Deposit" and go ahead and paint.

The main reason--nay, the only reason--I want to buy my own place is so I can paint the walls. I hate apartments with their beige-colored walls, yet that's all I've ever had.

I was shocked when I moved into my new apartment that we COULD paint the walls. We just either have to prime them before we leave or pay a certain amount (I forget cause I am lazy and know I won't paint).

We checked in with our landlord to paint- it really needed a paint job and no one did it before Tom moved in, so basically they paid for all the paint and supplies and approved all the paint colors. They specified one color/finish for the baseboards and other woodwork, but we were able to paint the bedrooms blue, which was nice.

Yeah, I was SOOOO excited when I moved into my current place and was told I was allowed to paint. ...I'm not really sure they meant the colors I chose, but..we'll see how that works out. I'm willing to paint back, if they tell me what colors to paint back with.

Seriously, though, the painting itself is not bad! It's the prepwork that's a pain.

So, my drag conference weekend was awesome. I miss all the people so much. And so much hotness. And fun. And staying up until 5:30AM. So little sleep. And my quads are still killing me from too much dancing on Saturday night, OW. Sadly, the organizers of the conference screwed the pooch on the...organizing...bit. And dropped the ball in a lot of ways. But mostly that didn't get in the way of having fun, too badly. Sigh. Now I have to wait a whole YEAR for this again? NOT RIGHT. Though maybe I'll go to Austin in May, they're thinking of throwing a shindig. But seriously, who's working on that transporter beam?? Cause they're throwing a party Friday night I'd like to go to...

AUGH-- I hate pre-adolescent girls. Poor Abby just came home in tears because some beastly little twit on the bus was teasing her unmercifully, saying absolutely horrid things.

I did manage to calm her down and make her laugh after she told me that one of the things this kid was teasing her with was saying "You have NO life!" and I responded, "Um, Abby, baby? If this kid gets her jollies from tormenting you, who do you really think is lacking in a life?"

The "you're gay!" insult is also being hurled with typical fifth grade ignorance and abandon-- I told her to smile sweetly and say, "Why yes, I am very happy-- how kind of you to notice."

Now, I have to reassure her that no, she really doesn't have to get her brows waxed just yet and she's not in any danger of growing into a unibrow. (Yet another insult hurled by the little twit.)

I have long been of the opinion that there is no more vile a beast than the pre-adolescent girl. I say that having been a vile pre-adolescent girl.

I'm sure it will backfire on you at some point as she moves through the teen years but there is much power in the eyeroll/shoulder shrug/disinterested "whatever" response to insults.