fence-sitting, packing and hot contractors

Even after an exhausting three-hour long breakdown and cleanup of my thirty-gallon aquarium last night, I'm still sitting on the fence as to whether I want to keep it or not. It's heavy, is a pain in the ass to move and clean, and probably needs re-sealing. And I think I'm kinda burnt out on aquariums.

But it's a nice kit, and I could start anew with something simple like goldfish. I got everything I wanted with breeding angelfish, but they were mean and aggressive and you couldn't have any other fish in the tank or they would be killed by the evil cichlids. Guppies were fun but after the 3,000th baby they weren't fun anymore. Plus it was sad to see the hypersexual males harass the females until they died.

Hot contractors have been coming in and out of the house a lot lately. They remind me of someone from an Old Spice commercial - they definitely don't smell like wildflowers and shame. While I can't complain about the hotness, I haven't yet moved out yet thank you very much! So get your hot self outta my home until I'm outta here, thanks. The hot supervisor contractor has close-buzzed hair and super-furry arms and is always sweaty. His hot assistant contractor looks like a younger, shorter, dark-haired Michael Shanks with scruff and is very nice. Regardless of their hotness, they do a good job albeit underfoot.

My buddy VJ Tre will be putting his vast retro video archive to the test at Cobalt tonight. It's his first night there and he's very nervous...so stop by for a drink. If you're lucky he'll play some O.N-J or old skool Kylie for you.