Someday I hope to have a real camera.
My roommate and I got bored one day. I don't remember which one of us is more responsible for this, but one of says, "we should paint the walls (the ones that in our apartment contract mentions with "DO NOT paint")" and the other one of us says "yeah!" and then we sort of blink at each other and run home and start painting. And then the stem was too fat and going the wrong way. So we run to Fred Meyers after she breaks off a piece of the crawl door off so we can match the paint color. And then to Home Depot. And then to Home Depot again the next day. And we never ended up matching the white paint. But it's close. And we'll just paint that (stupidly tall) wall later. And some of the ceiling. And pray our apartment manager doesn't look up.