paint job

Well, I'm saying goodbye to the misery of my chamber. torture chamber, you may well ask? not quite. there were no racks or water funnels. i'm being melodramatic, but the past still lives on (isn't that a Falconer lyric?)

anyway i'm trying to do away with the past... but somehow i feel it's kind of a band-aid solution. i'll still know what lurks beneath the "azure afternoon" and plastic wood putty. i guess i won't have to look at it anymore, plus i can actually bring friends up to my room if i so choose to.

ah well. it's a good thing... can i say that without stepping on a copyright infringement? i don't know. ms stewart, i apologize.

well. guess i'll get to it *panics*