reno: i <3 gyproc
I actually left this as a comment on someone else’s blog, but it cracked me up when I re-read it, so I’m stealing from myself and posting it here too.
You know what’s the best? When you are working with it all day, a real hot summer day, and you’re dressed in your oldest, most stained tank top and pants from when you were 15lbs heavier (’cause you’re not gonna wear your good clothes around that shit) and your hair gets caked with sweat and gyproc dust and you might even have bruises on your arms from all the old gyproc hauling around you’ve been doing and you decide you have to go to 7-11 for a slurpee NOW and the clerk looks at you like “ew” and you think “what? fuck off” and then you get back in your car and look at yourself in the mirror and not only are you sweaty and greasy and red-faced and wearing stained clothes that are hanging off you, but every.single.nose.hair is covered in fine white dust and holy crap, did you know you even HAD that many nose hairs? That didn’t happen to me at all this weekend.
