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kamomilIcky dippy yucky crappy. Mailwasher keeps crashing, maybe on trying to process 130 spam messages. Spam is pooey. No, spam is poo itself.
In other news, I went all out and bought 2 packs of those stick on floor tiles. I was sooooo tired of having a brown kitchen floor. So I started peeling off those old tiles and thought, *shit!* what if I screwed this up, can't finish it, and have to buy some crap brown matching tiles to just kind of put the floor back the way it was?????? What if the apartment building charges me money for reparing my botched tile-removing adventure? The tile adhesive was sticking itself all over my hands, clothing... and the tiles just broke up into little pieces all over the place. I debated putting back new tiles where I had removed the old ones, and then putting a fresh layer of new tiles over top of the old ones. That one I seriously considered 5849367590 times. I called my dad for moral support. He suggested that a scraper or tool for spreading drywall filler would be better than... a flathead screwdriver, for prying up tiles. I think he's right. I debated running out to Canadian Tire, but it was like 7pm already at that point.
Four hours, and one very sore hand later, I had replaced most of the tiles!!!! Yahoo!!! Well most of the kitchen, I still have to finish the foyer, and start on the coat closet. The tiles got easier to pry up, the further I went along. My dad said the stickier ones probably had baked in the sun. For 20 years.
Now my kitchen is a much more pleasing light grey colour. That old fake parquet basketweave stuff was making me mental. My mom's comment was, you might be sorry that you have a whiter floor now, the dirt shows better. Hah! Never! it looks wayyyy cleaner now.
In other news, I went all out and bought 2 packs of those stick on floor tiles. I was sooooo tired of having a brown kitchen floor. So I started peeling off those old tiles and thought, *shit!* what if I screwed this up, can't finish it, and have to buy some crap brown matching tiles to just kind of put the floor back the way it was?????? What if the apartment building charges me money for reparing my botched tile-removing adventure? The tile adhesive was sticking itself all over my hands, clothing... and the tiles just broke up into little pieces all over the place. I debated putting back new tiles where I had removed the old ones, and then putting a fresh layer of new tiles over top of the old ones. That one I seriously considered 5849367590 times. I called my dad for moral support. He suggested that a scraper or tool for spreading drywall filler would be better than... a flathead screwdriver, for prying up tiles. I think he's right. I debated running out to Canadian Tire, but it was like 7pm already at that point.
Four hours, and one very sore hand later, I had replaced most of the tiles!!!! Yahoo!!! Well most of the kitchen, I still have to finish the foyer, and start on the coat closet. The tiles got easier to pry up, the further I went along. My dad said the stickier ones probably had baked in the sun. For 20 years.
Now my kitchen is a much more pleasing light grey colour. That old fake parquet basketweave stuff was making me mental. My mom's comment was, you might be sorry that you have a whiter floor now, the dirt shows better. Hah! Never! it looks wayyyy cleaner now.
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Date: 2005-06-01 02:53 pm (UTC)Yuck, about that spam-soaked email addy of yours. Spam is an evil, tenacious, many-tentacled horror from another dimension. A dimension of darkness and slime and bad hair.