Life's Hard
Want to know what's the hardest thing in life?
Finding the right partner to spend the rest of your life with?
A cinch.
Embarking on a career which is both financially rewarding and morally satisfactory?
A piece of piss.
Remaining healthy and guilt-free in a world full of extremely tempting bad habits?
A walk in the park.
The hardest thing life will ever throw at us is... painting a white ceiling white.
Seriously, I've done three of the buggers recently and there's nothing tougher. How do you know where you've stopped painting when the paint you're applying is the same colour as the one that's already there?
I've tried the light on-light off approach and it makes little difference. It's simply the most frustrating thing you'll ever had to do.
I'll tell you how you know if you've missed a patch. You finish painting, wash and dry the roller and brush, tidy up and sit down for a cup of tea. 24 hours later when you pop in to marvel at your handiwork, you'll see several patches of slightly faded white. The bits that you missed. That's how you see them - when you're lying on your back, kicking and screaming in frustration wishing you'd never started because you knew deep down - no matter what anyone else told you - that it didn't need blooody painting in the first place.
Finding the right partner to spend the rest of your life with?
A cinch.
Embarking on a career which is both financially rewarding and morally satisfactory?
A piece of piss.
Remaining healthy and guilt-free in a world full of extremely tempting bad habits?
A walk in the park.
The hardest thing life will ever throw at us is... painting a white ceiling white.
Seriously, I've done three of the buggers recently and there's nothing tougher. How do you know where you've stopped painting when the paint you're applying is the same colour as the one that's already there?
I've tried the light on-light off approach and it makes little difference. It's simply the most frustrating thing you'll ever had to do.
I'll tell you how you know if you've missed a patch. You finish painting, wash and dry the roller and brush, tidy up and sit down for a cup of tea. 24 hours later when you pop in to marvel at your handiwork, you'll see several patches of slightly faded white. The bits that you missed. That's how you see them - when you're lying on your back, kicking and screaming in frustration wishing you'd never started because you knew deep down - no matter what anyone else told you - that it didn't need blooody painting in the first place.
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