Painting without communication

For the past week, I have been slaving away at my dad's townhouse. Painting the entire outside, front and back. Hard to believe but somehow the first couple days, I managed to get NO paint on my clothes. Today, is a different story. It's the lack of communication, and I'm not talking about the communication going on between my father and I. I am talking about my non-existant cell phone. I am distracted. I might as well be outside painting in the nude, because I feel NAKED.

I took the cell phone outside with me, thinking that having it near would somehow reassure me... Give me some sort of comfort. WRONG. There is no comfort in knowing that you have a cell phone that you cannot use. It's like having 100,000 you cannot spend. It's just pointless, and it taunts you. I would get really into the paint job, I would be working away, dipping and stroking. Getting into a fast paced routine, and then BAM! I would hear my cell phone ring playing in my head. Of course it wasn't really ringing. It was just reminding me that it was there.

My ex boyfriend finally decided after being broken up for a month and a half that he would shut it off. Thank you for the warning ass hat. I appreciate it. I showed up at my dad's house this morning, and was locked out. My parents had run to the store, and had no way of calling me. I was forced to walk around outside looking for a way in, and I am almost positive the neighbors contemplating calling the police. All of the residents of my parent's townhouse development are over the age of 55. Retired, and cranky, just waiting for an opportunity like this one. "Yes, hello? There is a strange young woman, wearing weird clothes, casing the house next door. Come quickly, I think I see her trying to squeeze her body through the small crack of the garage door."

Why is it, that when you break up with someone, they try to find ways to make you crazy? YOU MADE ME CRAZY ENOUGH while we were together! Isn't that good enough? No, of course not. I can just see him this morning driving to work and contemplating what he can do today to piss me off. DING! Shut off her phone. Perfect plan. Well, I am sorry to have to say that you did me a favor. No longer will you have my phone number, and no longer will you have that tie known as "the family plan". 100% out of my life. I'll take it as a blessing.

I WILL blame you for the paint on my clothes today though. THAT, mister... Is your fault. I knew I should have ordered a million ringtones and skipped out on the bill. Oh well. :) I'll patiently await for my tanning package to be shut off next.