eff

man, i’ve had one of those days.

i was painting this morning, being ohsocareful, and just when i’m cleaning up – DUMP – the tray of BLACK OIL PAINT all over my feet. in between every toe.

this never happens to my mom. i swear she could paint in a pageant gown and never get a drop on it. i just look at it and it’s under my fingernails already.

so i’ve taken my anger out on errant belongings in our house by manically purging for the last two hours. you know the feeling, that pissed off WHY DO WE HAVE ALL THIS CRAP mood where you’re yanking open every drawer, tearing through all the closets, making pile after pile of stuff to take to goodwill. yes kristin, goodwill. my DUMPSTER just didn’t get here in time. but i did steal some food from a starving african child and push a shopping cart at an old lady to rectify lack of dumpster.
i kid, i kid.

but for realz kristin, i didn’t renew my real simple subscription, even in a time when i’ll read ANYTHING just to get some eye candy. it was doing next to nothing for me.

clearly i need to go get rid of more stuff. i’m still feeling punchy.