I have a Korean friend, we call him Quack because Quoc is too hard to pronounce. We really liked gambling with him. He was a cool guy. If we dressed him up right, and taught him the right words, could he become the Kim's personal physician?
As an aside, all of these communist dictators are super corrupt. Why don't we just give them $100 billion to retire to the French Riviera and sleep with super models, while telling stories about fighting for the common man.
the bathroom renovation drags on…
I’m going to lose my mind if these guys don’t finish up and get the fuck out of my way. guy was supposed to come yesterday afternoon. couldn’t make it. was supposed to be here around 9 today, hopefully to finish. got sent somewhere else. will text me if he can come later today.
they’ve got too many projects going on at once.
and it makes me crazy that they don’t tidy up as they work. crap everywhere. after they leave I consolidate all the tools in one spot. vacuum up debris so it doesn’t stain or damage the tile before I even get to use the bathroom. pull the plastic tarp out from under all the shit they installed on top of it.
sometimes having an eye for detail is a curse.
wabi sabi, wabi sabi, wabi sabi…
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