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Friday. It’s late today. A couple of days before I went to my parents, the landlord came here to tell me I needed to hang smoke detectors. I said: “No problem, I’ll borrow a powerful drill from my ex and I do it. This ceilings are way too hard for my machine”.
But before I could do it, I had a not so nice fight with my ex and he decided he wanted his drill back. I knew he wasn’t going to use his drill but he asked for it because the day we were fighting, he saw the smoke detectors on the table, waiting to be hung. And that’s what he always did, he aimed to hurt. “Oh yeah?! are you about to hang the detectors? Try to do it without a drill!”.
And he took his drill (with me thinking: “you can stick it up your ass’).

So I had no choice than to get a powerful drill so I never ever again need to ask him for anything.
I looked in Amazon Germany for hours until I found the perfect drill, with good reviews like “monster machine” and a manual in many languages.
I got the drill this morning. The manual is only in German. Crap. The freaking thing is so heavy that I kind of lose balance when I’m holding it.
I asked my son to do the holes for me but still, the ceiling was impossible to drill. I decided that the bits that came with the machine were too big.
I went to get smaller bits and finally my son could drill the holes and hang the five detectors.

You may think the stupid ceiling couldn’t be that hard or that maybe there are only a few hard spots. And if it’s so, I always freaking pick the hard spots. And it’s not that I’m hardheaded (which I am too, of course), but I want the curtain in front of the window and the lamp above the table. I can’t negotiate other spots, right?
For the detectors, I just pick a random spot in every room. And of course, I hit a hard spot.

Below the stupid detector in the kitchen there are two holes the size you’ll need to hang a hammock. So inside each whole you’ll find a few plugs just to fill the space.
I don’t care, I don’t see it, it doesn’t hurt.

And IT’S FRIDAY, I’M IN LOVE! And I had chosen another song for today but I just decided to change it because I think this one goes better with today’s post.
There is always something. All that glitters is not gold. And you can also find silver spoons among the trash.
But cheer up, it may get better one day, right?

EVERY ROSE HAS ITS THORN
(written by Bobby Dall, Bret Michaels, Bruce Johannesson & Rikki Rocket)

We both lie silently still
In the dead of the night
Although we both lie close together
We feel miles apart inside
Was it something I said or something I did
Did my words not come out right
Though I tried not to hurt you
Though I tried
But I guess that’s why they say

Every rose has its thorn
Just like every night has its dawn
Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song
Every rose has its thorn

Yeah it does
I listen to your favorite song
Playing on the radio
Hear the DJ say love’s a game of easy come and easy go
But I wonder does he know
Has it ever felt like this
And I know that you’d be here right now
If I could have let you know somehow I guess

Every rose has its thorn
Just like every night has its dawn
Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song
Every rose has its thorn

Though it’s been a while now
I can still feel so much pain
Like the knife that cuts you the wound heals
But the scar, that scar remains
I know I could have saved our love that night
If I’d known what to say
Instead of making love
We both made our separate ways
Now he found somebody new
And that I never meant that much to you
To hear that tears me up inside
And to see you cuts me like a knife

I guess every rose has its thorn
Just like every night has its dawn
Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song
Every rose has its thorn

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source:
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~ by DotedOn on March 18, 2016.