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seriesofbaddecisions) wrote2018-07-17 06:47 am
seriesofbaddecisions) wrote2018-07-17 06:47 am
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Room 210- Tuesday evening
Sabine had hit this spot here where she was just kind of bored and restless and not feeling like she was doing anything. Naturally this meant painting something, but she wasn't feeling particularly inspired there either right now, so she had decided to paint her desk a bright pink, and maybe it'd end up more covered in stuff when she was feeling it.
Look, no one had ever told her she couldn't.
She'd opened a window and turned on a fan, put a tarp down and pulled the desk away from the wall enough to be able to work, and was currently sitting on the floor with the sprayer. See, this at least felt better.
[For the roomie!]
Look, no one had ever told her she couldn't.
She'd opened a window and turned on a fan, put a tarp down and pulled the desk away from the wall enough to be able to work, and was currently sitting on the floor with the sprayer. See, this at least felt better.
[For the roomie!]