The Barracks...

As promised he is a picture of the new bed. As you can see from the picture the wall is a kind of... ewwwwww... color. Makes me feel like I am laying in the ICU. So that has got to change... I just don't have the head for this type of shit. You would think that with my being a graphic designer and all that coming up with something like creating a bedroom would be easy. Nope... sorry.. I don't have the Martha Stewart gene. I need Queer Eye for the Queer Guy!


I love the way the bed looks tho. Masculine design, with slightly 'non-masculine' curves and the black powder finish with the faux twisted bars makes for a macho feel with a slightly goth .... something. :P Jaeryd picked it out and it had the nerve to be $50 less than my first choice which was waaayyy to femme in hindsight.

I need curtains or blinds, a desk for FrankenMac (poor guy.. in the pic FrankenMac is on the floor with the monitor on the boxes I hadn't unpacked) a bookshelf or some sort of shelving and pictures for my walls. Maybe the do it yourself picture frames with some of my artwork in it. I don't know what style I should go for. Truth be told I am very 'spartan'. I don't need much I don't spend lavishly on furnishings etc. You could almost just put me in a white room with the bare minimum to make life easier and I am good. So we shall see how my newly found decor professionals handle my spartan personality and style and meld it with that 'gay flare' I need so badly.

- Daemian

The Hard Part

Phew... the hard part of last Saturday's project is done. This weekend bout killed me. I moved the book shelves, desks, computers etc into the new "office". We separated the living space from the office space for tax reasons... sure... mostly for aesthetics tho. Threw out a ton of shit too.

The living room is now completely clear except for the TV and a few bags of clothes (which we are going through and throwing most of out). Found out we had a fuse box IN the apartment. Don't ask why after 7 years in this apartment we didn't know, just know that we didn't know. We have one more room to completely clear out and prep for Mike to use as an "art area", but that can come later.

Now I am forced to pay the price for such a heavy duty cleaning job (trust me after getting to my husbands side... let's just say I am shocked and a tad disappointed that I didn't find the Ark of the Covenant). The price you enquire? Allergies. Horrible, horrible allergies. I pretty much dislodged every inch of dust in the entire apartment. Even with a mask on I was sneezing and coughing. Had 1 ffan pulling air out AND the air conditioner on to filter the air. Today I sound like I spent the entire weekend at a circuit party. My muscles ache especially in my back making me feel like I am an old man. I am at work like this no less. But it is better today than it was yesterday, I mean at least I can taste food today. But such is the price I must pay if I want to gay - up the apartment and grow up just a tad.

Next stop, Ikea!!

Let me give you guys just a small taste of what I have planned for the living space:



Here is a revision based on Jered's comments... some of which made sense. :P


Given it is a big yet small space and I dont have the accurate measurements here at work, the scale in the mock up is off. I may not need or have room for the dresser that separate sleeping area from living area. It would be something like right behind the couch with my plaster buddha on it. We shall see, it isn't imperative to have it. But anywho... I have my work cutout for me. I have yet to get the tiles for the floor. Maybe this weekend will mark the start of that portion.

Let me know what you guys think of my Queer Eye for the Gay Guy project.

TTFN!

Deadlines Missed and Goals Forgotten

Well... I broke my ass on that Saturday Project. Had to put my clothes in the laundry that already had EVERY article of clothing I owned in it. Took a shower and called it quits for the day. So I ended up spending the rest of the day as a "nature boy". Nothing like sitting your bare ass in a chair and playing WoW.

I still have a few things left to do in the room that I will get done during the evenings this week. But I got all the old crap out. So many bags of clothes that neither I nor Mike will ever wear again.

I once had a goal to stop being a pack rat, after Saturday I can see that goal did not come to fruition either. So many bags of just crap. Why the hell did we keep it all? Sure there was a cool shirt here and a cool shirt there, but neither of us could wear them. They were either too big or too small. My cats had their way with more than a few items. EW!

I don't know what I was thinking, getting that big of a job done in a day. As if. Of course the laundry didn't get done on Saturday so... sleeping in the bare ass it is. I always feel wierd being naked in any way. I could be home all alone and I still will not walk around naked. Silly hang up I know. Maybe once I reach my tentative goal I will walk around in the buff of my own volition.

Again we come upon goals. I must end this cycle of starting something, getting really far and then giving up. It's stupid to be so damn smart and to lack the discipline to finish the things I start. Artwork, countless pieces of artwork that have never been finished. Thousands of ideas written down but never completed or followed up on.

Goals.

It is time, I think, to use some of my strength to change that part of myself. I have changed alot of things just by strength of will. I think it is time to change this. I have some goals, let's make some magic.