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my father has taken it upon himself to remove the seat from the chair I painted so that we can sand/bondo it (the veneer is peeling up), even though I DON'T FUCKING CARE and would be fine just upholstering it.


I can't say that or he'll get scream at me for being "ungrateful".


the bolts won't come out on one side so he's about to take a fucking METAL GRINDER to it.


whimper. whimper.


mehhhh.....

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I was originally planning on dying my hair instead of doing my psych paper today, but that requires motivation and several containers of Comet, so I cleaned my car instead.


I wasn't intended to clean as much as I did, but I went through the carwash for the first time since September, and, well... apparently, though I don't care about my car being disgusting inside and out, if the outside is clean then the inside being messy drives me MAD. So, uh, I came home and cleaned that too.


And it's so nice and shiny now. ^_^ I love my little car.





...Er, psych paper? What psych paper?