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'My Corduroyed Life' - Mark A's Journal
Seriously!
When I moved into my new flat, the person who rented it before me had ‘interesting’ taste. The walls were all different colours and in the majority psychedelic. There was purple, yellow, turquoise, and pink in psychedelics, but there was also a yicky slimy green too. So off I went to FADS and painted the worst offending walls with Magnolia. It was the inoffensive thing to do for a guy with simple tastes who was a little worried about picking the wrong colour. It looks a hell of a lot better than the sodding psychedelics, that’s for sure.
So there I was, in my wonderfully mediocre and undaring magnolia world, minding my own business. I was going to work, going out, doing what I do in my daily life and content in my magnolia mediocrity. Little did I know that psychedelicness was stalking me, and waiting for its opportunity to pounce on me when I was least expecting it.
I went to London for a week, and when I am back: eeeeek! Psychedelic attack! UGH! The stairs in my workplace have gone from a nice magnolia with a cooling blue to frightening psychedelics! Psychedelic orange banisters! Psychedelic green walls on one floor. Psychedelic blue on another. Even sodding psychedelic pink on one floor. It looks rank. And this time, there isn’t anything I can do about it. Urgh!
Seriously, what the bloody hell is wrong with magnolia? Am I missing something?
Have fun,
M x
Current mood:
distressed.Current music: Too Much Aint Enough by To/Die/For.