“She’s wearing too much lipstick tonight, a little black dress a little too tight, tries to make small talk but it drips with spite”

Let me first start by saying that I’ve been scattered this week.  And uninspired.  And lazy.  That’s reflected in my posting, I know.  Lame.  At this point, I’m blaming my complete lack of self-restraint and the absolute ruin of the wonderful dietary changes I made throughout the entire month of January.  How can one person be so stupid to just go back to the same old thing?  Wait, don’t answer that.

So, I’ve been thinking today about how when it comes to certain things I have no shame and will tell all there is, but in other ways, I’m incredibly uptight and private.  I’d imagine we all do and/or have certain things in our homes and lives that we’re just not willing to share.  I know I do.  Of course, I’m not talking about anything dirty.  I’d surely have told you about that already.  And that’s exactly what I mean, I don’t mind sharing the most intimate details of my life, but then I’m as tight-lipped as possible when it comes to other stupid stuff.  For example, I’ve never really expressed my absolute and overwhelming disdain for cleaning.  I hate it.  I even kind of hate the people who say they enjoy doing it.  Now that’s something I don’t want to talk about.  Another thing I’m probably too tense about?  My pajamas.  Aside from my best friends and maybe family, I don’t want people knowing that I hang around my house in them.  If the buzzer goes because a package is being delivered or if Jim knocks on my door, I know instantly that I have two options: I jump out of bed or the chair in front of my computer and get dressed or I pretend I’m not home.  It is impossible for me to answer the door in pajamas even if my face is covered in the kind of lines that can only be left there by the pillow that it has comfortably embedded in for any number of hours.  I just can’t do it.  Here’s something else that makes me nervous.  I don’t feel completely comfortable with people that I don’t know really well being in my apartment while I’m not there.  It’s not that I expect they will steal or vandalize something, it’s not even that I don’t trust them (because, really, how often does someone that fits that description end up in your house?) I don’t know what it is.  I kind of think it might be a bit of paranoia about what they might see while they’re here.  I don’t have anything to hide.  Really.

We’ve got these painters working on the hallways in our building right now.  In the past, I’ve been known to get friendly with the painters around here.  It’s what I do.  So, there’s a young-ish guy working and we’ve chatted a few times in the halls.  This morning, they were doing the doors and frames in this corner of my floor.  That required them to open up the door and leave them ajar while the paint dried.  The guy that I’ve been chatting with knocked on the door at around 8:30 this morning.  Img_4475_1
I opened it and told him to paint to his heart’s content.  Later on, after I went out to run errands and came back, I took my laundry downstairs to wash it.  When I came back up, the painter was working on the next door over.  Just inside each suite, there is the phone that is used to buzz people in.  As you can see from the photo, mine is adorned with a pretty little red ribbon.  I stopped to chat just outside the neighbour’s open door and when the painter turned around, he moved out of the way to unveil a weird photo of some shirtless beefcake dude taped to the wall, directly above the phone.  Had it been a photo of a woman, it would have been just as weird to me.  It was a weird moment.  I just looked at the photo, looked back at the dude, he looked at the photo, looked back at me and we were trapped in a WTF? kind of moment where we just stared and laughed nervously.  Needless to say that conversation fizzled quickly.  I had a hard time deciding whether I felt more embarrassed for him
standing there, and having to look at it while working away or  for her for busted having such a photo right there on her wall.  Bizarre.

Now, I gotta say, that‘s the kind of thing that would leave me feeling mortified if any stranger ever saw it.  And on that note, I can confirm what I said above: I really don’t have anything to hide.

One more thing.  25 Peeps.  Heard of it?  It may be a little hypocritical for me to mention it now, but what the hell?  You can go and get the scoop on it right now.  Once you’re there, do me a favour and click on a certain photo of me.  See how long I can stay afloat.

And speaking of hypocrites… Jane sent me this link today.  Can you imagine?

Somebody told me that they used to really like it when I’d use song lyrics as my titles.  I did too.  I was a little stumped for an original title tonight so I decided to maybe revive that habit.  Part time, anyway.


4 Responses to ““She’s wearing too much lipstick tonight, a little black dress a little too tight, tries to make small talk but it drips with spite””

  1. sherry Says:

    I think you should tell all. 🙂
    I stay in my pj’s… well, pull on pants and a tank. If I’m at home, thats what I have on.

  2. jan Says:

    What are these pajama things you speak of?

  3. kelly Says:

    At least YOU’RE not showing any nipple! Ugh…some people.
    I heard about ol’ Newt on the radio the other morning. All I could do was shake my head.

  4. Courtney Says:

    Hell, I’m normally in a bathrobe at home. I take a bath or shower, put on my bathrobe and don’t bother getting dressed until I’m required to.

    Right now? In a bathrobe. Yeah.

    I’d be completely mortified if someone saw some model picture in my house- I’m just not into that stuff, though, so fortunately it’s highly unlikely to happen. I do, however, have pictures of my college dorm room where one entire wall of our room was covered in Abercrombie ads.Yeah. We were cool.

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