Burning Down the House-Talking Heads
It all starts as a slow running drain...in the bathroom, as you are spitting out the toothpaste from a morning brush. You notice it slowly, daily, driving you a little bit crazy. With a splash of liquid Draino...you believe that all will be alright. To your disbelief...it turns into an entire nights disaster...a nightmare...an arguement...a MESS.
Remind me that when I move out...I will purchase a condo downtown...looking over the lake...maybe a bit closer to the east side. High, lofty ceilings, granite top counters, and a coffee machine that grinds it's own beans. The windows will give views that are breaths away from breathtaking. The elevator will contain a smiling attendant, in blue velveteen. I will have my groceries delivered, and keep a small Russian Blue. I will call upon the building maintanance man that exposes no sign of crack out of his low rise jeans. He will not swear as he performs his repair...or blame it all on me.
After a night of seemingly endless repair...and $50 later...the sink continues to drain a bit slow....but I have resolved myself to light myself a cigarette....and BURN DOWN the HOUSE
Remind me that when I move out...I will purchase a condo downtown...looking over the lake...maybe a bit closer to the east side. High, lofty ceilings, granite top counters, and a coffee machine that grinds it's own beans. The windows will give views that are breaths away from breathtaking. The elevator will contain a smiling attendant, in blue velveteen. I will have my groceries delivered, and keep a small Russian Blue. I will call upon the building maintanance man that exposes no sign of crack out of his low rise jeans. He will not swear as he performs his repair...or blame it all on me.
After a night of seemingly endless repair...and $50 later...the sink continues to drain a bit slow....but I have resolved myself to light myself a cigarette....and BURN DOWN the HOUSE
posted by Mental Notes @ 11:21 PM
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