First of all, check this out. Woot! I'm the subject of a Bad Poem. Does life get any better? It's a bad poem, of course, but it says such nice things about me. Yaay! Thanks Erin!

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Well, I played with watercolors. I was so right. I can't paint for anything.

My masterpiece? Actually only looks like anything when you turn it upside down. D. pointed that out for me. He was trying to be all supportive ("They're not that bad, hon....") and he turned one of them upside down, and lo, I had actually painted sort of a ship thing with something that might almost be the outline of a volcano in the background.

"Yeah, watercolor as a medium was no longer a challenge for me, so I only paint upside down now."

Bwah! These are so bad. It's hilarious. I'm really kinda looking forward to passing these pieces of crap off as Ellen's awardwinning work.

"That one there, that looks like a monkey's butt painted it? Took eleven different awards last year. No, really!"

(Xongo, yeah, I know there will be no major storylines around Ellen's paintings or lack thereof. It may never even come up at all. But for the moment, this is all about me. I don't think I can explain how much amusement I'm getting out of my attempts to paint.)

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There is still a couch in my bedroom, and one at the end of the driveway. I really don't wanna ask Dave for any more help. He's done so much already.

Josh has expressed an interest, but he's a friend, so I told him to come over and behold the green monster in all its glory before making a commitment. If he doesn't want it, I'm thinking about just abandoning it somewhere in the middle of the night. Any suggestions? Front of the police station, blocking the front entrance of Kristina's...the possibilities are endless! You get so few chances in life to be totally surreal with a hugeass green couch. Maybe I should put a lot of thought into the sorts of havok I could wreak.

Of course, this all still hinges on finding a vehicle. CJ said he could maybe help me, but not till the end of the month. (The end of the month??? Have you seen what my bedroom looks like?) Or, if Josh takes it, maybe he can be the one to go grovel to Dave.

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And then there's the George issue. He loves the damn couch. He sits on it for hours, purring so loud I can hear it in the living room.

"The Hu-Mans never sit on this fine large soft thing. It is mine! And it's about damn time, too."

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