as a result of us (the roomates and i) moving to a new house, added to the fact that the owners of our present rental live a good distance away, we have been blessed with the responsibility of showing our house to potential renters.
someone is here right now.
i dont know why, but for some reason this enflates my already large compulsion to make people think i am cool.
while cleaning my room in preparation for this afternoon's showing, i "accidentally" left out all my painting supplies and photography stuff. not to mention my impressive collection of classic novels (most i have yet to read)
in my mind i imagined the potential renters (maybe a young couple, maybe an older gentleman) being stopped dead in their tracks when entering my room.
"is this an authentic van gogh?" they'd ask.
"no, its actually just a poster i got from hastings."
"amazing!
and these books and oh my! this painting! who are you and why on earth have we never met you before? why has the world kept you such a secret?"
"the world is not yet ready for me" i will modestly reply.
then the house will be rented, if for nothing else the historical value it represents.
sadly, as i am typing this the potential renter (a young married woman) has come and gone. completly unimpressed with my room.
obviously she wont be renting the house.
someone with that poor of taste deserves a trailer park.
4:04 p.m. - 2004-07-27
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