The Stairwell of Doom

The walls were gray when I moved in. I painted them gold, but the gold looked terrible unless sunlight was on it, which it never was because: Stairwell. Then I painted them pink; a pink I thought was berry-esque but was, when it dried, the color of the big purple dinosaur, Barney. Today I painted the goddamn stairwell AGAIN. It is now the right pink. Or if it’s not, I don’t care.

(Paint on Walls)

The above is a lie, by the way. If I wake up tomorrow and realize I hate the pink, I WILL fix it.

I just can’t help myself.