I'm working on the basis that change is good today, so I'm humming "gonna wash that man right out of my hair" while I fill holes where pictures were and sand things and get the bedroom ready for some paint-style cosmetic surgery.
This isn't really a new thing - I've had the paint and have been planning to do this for a couple of years now - but for obvious reasons things have sort of got in the way.... anyway, despite my dads comments about getting the house valued before I go making it look better, which I do appreciate, I figure that repainting the bedroom isn't going to add that much value, it'll be nicer but it wasn't exactly horrible before....
So anyways, here I am, with my hair in pigtails, wearing a vest top and a pair of trackie bottoms (not very flattering around the arse it has to be said), up a ladder with the music turned up very loud downstairs (no doubt upsetting the neighbours but then one side frequently has brazilian guitar on loud and the other one has a small yappy dog so I think they'll cope) when I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror.
Tracksuit..... pigtails.....loud music..... my god if you gave me some chewing gum and a braaaaawn baby I'd be a chav!
Sob.
Okay, if that's what a chav looks like then i might like chav girls.
Posted by: darc | 19/09/2005 at 04:16 PM