Occasional musings from a Left-coast Canadian ExPat in Oxford.
Thanks to everyone who commented on the last entry. It seems clear that Ray should indeed foot the entire bill for refinishing the room. So I had a painter in for an estimate today. The verdict: $200. Coincidentally, the exact amount of Ray’s deposit. How serendipitous. The painter didn’t even know beforehand! So now Ray … Continue reading Tabulated Results
I just informed Ray that he’s going to have to pay for the refinishing of his room. He’s obviously not pleased about it. (Reminder of the state of Ray’s walls here.) I’ve yet to get a painter in for an estimate, but I’ve told Ray that the cost of filling the holes and painting the … Continue reading Vote!
Urge… to… KILL….. I am not going to survive the next three weeks with Ray. He asked me this morning to buy more coffee, since we were nearly out. I hadn’t caffeinated yet, so I just nodded. After I left, I started thinking… uhm… I’ve made about 3 pots of coffee here since he bought … Continue reading Must… Resist….
There are some fun people that work for the Spelunking Club. My Gay-dar is really broken. At least I’m adorable. And kickass. And also gorgeous. And it is baffling and strange that I am not married yet. You heard it here first people – I’m a hot commodity, so get it while the gettin’s good! … Continue reading Things I Learned Last Night
I don’t really have much of anything to say. I’ve been busy at work tying everything up before I make it a long weekend and scamper off to a wintry wonderland for some much needed R & R. This will mark the first time since June that I’ve spent more than 1 full day away … Continue reading Tidbit
This is a picture of Ray’s room. Click on the photos for links to Flickr complete with notes explaining the bizarreness of it all. Ray is obsessed with America. If America were a woman, Ray would want her to tie him down, spank him, and call him her bitch. Or, as he likes to say … Continue reading The Obsession
I present to you, yet another thing that drives me INSANE about Ray, which also proves that my intolerance is so inflated that I’m just not fit to live with other people in general. Ray eats stinky food. I don’t know if I ever mentioned (because it doesn’t really matter) but Ray’s Korean. When he … Continue reading The Eating