I just realized something.

For all my talk of 'don't worry about what you can't change',
I'm actually fairly cynical, myself.
Huh.
Like everyone else didn't already know that. Well, besides my mother of course.
I love her, but the woman only hears what she wants to hear.
I can't imagine anyone mentioning her nice little gothic punk daughter. "Who? Meg? Aw Meg's a little ray of sunshine" and blah blah blah.
In any case, that's not the point.
My point, is someone goes "ahh you live in the sunshine state, I'm so jealous."
I go "It's also the lighting capital of the world."
I'm sarcastic and snarky. Sorry if you don't like that, it's just me.

Oooh.
Did I mention that I...no I don't believe I did.
So since I got the Guns N' Roses CD, I was evidently a little too inspired yesterday.
Took out my paint can and got to work on this hideous yet helpful brown bureau. Black knobs, spider webs and criss-cross patterns and more of my favorite bands, since I'm starting to run out of room on the walls and floor.
What did my parents say when I asked if I could do it?
..Well, technically I didn't ask. Didn't even think about it, just got straight to it.
What did they say when they saw it?
...They haven't yet. Though my youngest sister has. So yeah, not too much of an audience. Yet.
Though, in my defense, I did make sure the paint would wash off before I really got into it, just in case we'd ever...need to have it back to it's former boringness.
"Better to ask forgiveness than permission."
So I checked but I didn't ask.
Bite me.