A work in progress since just before Christmas, for the most part, I’m finally done with all the things I wanted to do with my bedroom. Gone are the blue and yellow walls, replaced with shades of gray. The 27″ CRT and dated looking wood entertainment are gone, replaced with a 32″ LCD, wall mounted, and some sleek new shelves. And yeah, I have equipped my room with a nice stereo with surround sound speakers, too. When testing the surround sound, Jurassic Park would have been ideal, but since I don’t own it, I went with 2 Fast 2 Furious. It has not gone ignored that my television mount can support up to a 40″ television, either.
Tag: homeownership
Someone named “Tank” emailed me
So I’m trying to sell my old 27″ television, a DVD player, and an entertainment stand, as one cohesive package on Craigslist, since I’m currently trying to pimp by bedroom, and clear up some space, and make it all cool to my customization. I put up at listing for all the aforementioned items, and since I’m actually asking for money, instead of giving things away for free, I don’t imagine to hear that many interested parties. Regardless, since posting my items, I’ve received just one email – and their name happens to allegedly be “Tank.”
U have a contact #
Is the only thing that they wrote in this message. I know I’m hard up for funds these days, but I don’t think I really want to do business with someone named Tank, lest they be an actual, Left 4 Dead Tank, which is like a partially invincible, steroid-raged induced gorilla zombie that can punch things really hard, and bring oh-so much destrucity to my world if I let them know where I live. Granted, I’d know when Tank arrived, because I’d be able to hear the music, but since real life is what I’d say to be on advanced difficulty these days, knowing of Tank’s arrival would probably still be too late, and I’d probably end up with the front door smashed down, and be incapacitated immediately when Tank punched the entertainment center with the 27″ TV still on it, over me, knocking me over to bleed out.
As a whole, 2010 sucked. Good Riddance.
I often think it is cliche the way people sum up entire years, this time of year, but then again, it’s so often done when things aren’t very good. I can be fortunate to say that I haven’t really had too many bad years as wholes, and the last one that genuinely comes to mind is back in like 2002. With all that in mind, in the pessimistic world we live in, I suppose it simply is easier to blabber about something when it’s more like a trainwreck than a sappy, warm, feel-good story.
In a nutshell, 2010 has sucked great big, gigantic, sweaty goat balls, overall. I’m ecstatic to see that it’s mercifully coming to a close, and I’m praying that 2011 treats me, and treats Jen a whole lot better than 2010 did, because I’m not sure if I’ll have enough black hairs left to turn white by the end of next year if this shit keeps up. With great trepidation, I clench my anoos, fearing that there’s still time for more discouraging, cringe-inducing bullshit to occur, and as evidenced by recent events, there’s no such thing as coasting to the finish.
But not to say that 2010 was 100% pure rubbish. There were a few good things that happened this year. And to start off this conclusive post on a positive note, let’s get the good shit out of the way so I can talk about all the shitty shit that happened that most people are more intrigued about anyway:
HAPPY KWANZAA.
My arms feel like Rich Harden, and my legs feel like Chipper Jones. But all with good reason. What started with a new television snowballed into an effort to renovate my personal quarters, with me now paying dividends for my work, proving that things are easier when the house is new and unfurnished, and that I am indeed, getting old as fuck.
I haven’t worked all week, and haven’t gotten yet paid for the week of work previously. Work is coming back as of Tuesday, and some interesting opportunities may arise (hopefully) in coming time.
The year is steadily approaching its finale. Without much trepidation I say it can’t come soon enough. But more on a lot of the aforementioned topics at a later date. It’s Christmas, and I intend to spend today doing jack squat, eating food I like, and playing video games all day.
Merry Christmas, world.