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which_chickI found an additional fifty-two cents in Lauren and Tom's apartment today. Two quarters (!) were behind the fridge, the pennies were nestled in a crack between the trim and the wall. I also removed every bit of fucking wallpaper border in the apartment. All of it. The flower garlands with maroon background? Gone. The apples in baskets that adorned the kitchen? Gone. The mismatched DIFFERENT flower garland shit in what we will have to refer to as the hallway? Also gone.
Y'know, if landlords ran the world, things like wallpaper borders, contact paper, and nails larger than finishing size would be controlled substances. You'd have to present the deed to your property or written permission from your landlord to purchase such things.
If you, personally, ever get to the point where the cow-and-gingham wallpaper border in your kitchen will drive you to murder twenty people at a local fast food joint if you have to look at it over your english muffin and grape jelly for even one more day, you might appreciate knowing that wallpaper borders come off the wall (without damaging the wall) if you soak them with a sponge of hot water a couple of times and then attack them with a plastic scrunchie scrubby thing. I'm told that there is some kind of spray that you can buy to remove wallpaper borders in a no-hot-water-or-scrubbing sort of way, but I don't think it's for the levels of industrial wallpaper border removal that I am confronted with. Generally, when tenants get a wallpaper border fetish, there's no stopping them until all the borderable surfaces in the apartment are decorated as tackily as possible. Frequently, this includes cabinets and doors.
Some days I just want to shout to the world that not everyone wants cutesy fucking teddy bears around the top of the kitchen. *sigh* Honestly. You want the second bedroom in your apartment decorated with a wallpaper border of pink fucking toe shoes because YOUR little ballerina is six. However, when you move out, you dumb fuck, I'll be renting to a single mother and her fifteen year old son who's into german death metal. Unless I am very wrong about the general tenor of german death metal, I don't think HE wants a wallpaper border of pink fucking toe shoes. That's why you can't have it -- if you put it on there, then I have to take it the fuck off before I rerent the place so that the person I'm showing it to doesn't have to look at YOUR fucking territorial pissing all over the walls.
Y'know, if landlords ran the world, things like wallpaper borders, contact paper, and nails larger than finishing size would be controlled substances. You'd have to present the deed to your property or written permission from your landlord to purchase such things.
If you, personally, ever get to the point where the cow-and-gingham wallpaper border in your kitchen will drive you to murder twenty people at a local fast food joint if you have to look at it over your english muffin and grape jelly for even one more day, you might appreciate knowing that wallpaper borders come off the wall (without damaging the wall) if you soak them with a sponge of hot water a couple of times and then attack them with a plastic scrunchie scrubby thing. I'm told that there is some kind of spray that you can buy to remove wallpaper borders in a no-hot-water-or-scrubbing sort of way, but I don't think it's for the levels of industrial wallpaper border removal that I am confronted with. Generally, when tenants get a wallpaper border fetish, there's no stopping them until all the borderable surfaces in the apartment are decorated as tackily as possible. Frequently, this includes cabinets and doors.
Some days I just want to shout to the world that not everyone wants cutesy fucking teddy bears around the top of the kitchen. *sigh* Honestly. You want the second bedroom in your apartment decorated with a wallpaper border of pink fucking toe shoes because YOUR little ballerina is six. However, when you move out, you dumb fuck, I'll be renting to a single mother and her fifteen year old son who's into german death metal. Unless I am very wrong about the general tenor of german death metal, I don't think HE wants a wallpaper border of pink fucking toe shoes. That's why you can't have it -- if you put it on there, then I have to take it the fuck off before I rerent the place so that the person I'm showing it to doesn't have to look at YOUR fucking territorial pissing all over the walls.
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Date: 2006-02-03 01:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-03 01:35 am (UTC)If it's the enzyme-based stuff, it's like nuclear fire for wallpaper paste. Construction workers use it.
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Date: 2006-02-07 02:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-08 11:52 am (UTC)Soaky, soaky. Also judicious use of a putty knife may help.
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Date: 2006-02-08 12:49 pm (UTC)However, I have decided that in the bedroom, I am only taking down paper where it is obviously bubbled under the layers of paint, then feathering it out with the sander. I had to give up and do this in my sewing room, and the results weren't bad at all. I smoothed out the visible joints in the old paper/paint strata, as well, and while it isn't perfect, this isn't Martha Stewart's house either.
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Date: 2006-02-08 11:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-03 03:24 pm (UTC)my house was once pink, from dusty rose walls to deep pink carpets. it's mostly not pink now, except for my office/library. we ran out of steam before we got to my office. managed to get the rug out, but one wall is pink rainbow wallpaper and another has little brown teddy bears painted on it.
i actually kind of like the cognitive dissonance of foucault's history of sexuality and adorno's minima moralia sitting against pink rainbows.