My previous titles for this entry “How F*cking Stupid” and “Come On Now, Get the F*ck Out of Here” were both vetoed by Phil, perhaps because originally they didn’t have any *’s in the them and he was worried I could possibly offend everyone everywhere. Phil is also forcing me to put in a warning here that there is a major Sons of Anarchy spoiler ahead so stop reading now if that’s a deal breaker. Anyway, let’s get to the tears. I’ve been pretty diligently working on Molly a few days a week for three or four hours a stretch each time, I kind of just want to call her FuckFace right now. However, every night instead of writing about old FF I’ve been binge watching Sons of Anarchy instead. **Spoiler: Everybody dies. EVERYBODY.**
So here is where I stand with FF I’ve got all of the windows stripped, half of her sanded (some mothereffing idiot painted one or maybe all five layers with a brush so there are drips everywhere). I took off a big side patch that was moronically tacked on over existing sliced up aluminum and growing moss in the seams (oh thanks for the water damage in the bathroom A-hole). I removed another mystery patch on the front to discover it was covering some weird ass hole in the aluminum there. Basically every place there has been a chance of this project getting ahead I get slapped in the face like some rookie bitch with another five more projects that I need to do first.
Inside I’ve removed one cabinet (thanks bro) where I need to replace the ceiling veneer and taken off all the lighting fixtures. I’m trying really hard not to get distracted with too much inside. I really need to get the exterior “done” before the weather changes.
After each of these projects piled on top of each other I did a slow sad walk around the trailer kicking rocks and feeling pretty shitty about my progress. Nope that’s it, no happy ending today. Everybody dies here too (metaphorically of course).