I have this project for class, ya see. It is to create the color wheel.
So, I'm doodling with my paints, trying to perfect certain colors and I look at my mess, which looks as though a baby came in and fucked with my paints. I'm decided it was time to stop because I was getting cranky at making my yellow green look more yellow than green and I was struggling trying to make the color purple.
So I decided I'll put it away for the night and get my ass to bed. I start cleaning up and I'm putting my paints away. I get up to clean my palette and when I come back I see the faintest spot of blue on the carpet. What could that be? I wondered. As I got closer, my suspicions were confirmed. It was blue paint.
FUCK! I yelled at, well, no one in particular. I ran into the kitchen and looked for the clorox wipes. I began scrubbing the floor, praying to some diety to help me get the stain out. I scrubbed till my arms were sore and had to wonder if I was doing this because I was OCD or if I just wanted to get my deposit on the apartment back. Whatever the reason, I was able to lift the paint from the carpet.
Satisfied, I went back to putting shit away when I get to the kitchen and see a blue spot on the ground in there. It's an epidemic! I thought to myself and grabbed another clorox wipe. Since it was on linoleum, it was easier to clean up. I honestly hadn't thought I was that messy. I'm usually much more careful when dealing with paints.
I go back into the living room, and yes, in a different spot, I see another bit of blue paint. I'm getting suspicious of an infestation.
I look at the bottoms of my feet, wondering if maybe I was dragging paint around from the first spot I saw. My feet were clean, well not that clean but they were free of paint. And then, it hit me. Like a ton of bricks.
I put my hands on my hips to think and then I look at myself in the mirror. I have blue paint smeared on my arm. I look at this, and it's now covered with Ruby fur.
I run to grab Ruby again for a final inspection, of course, she thinks we're playing and runs circles around me. I finally get her and see that she had decided to dip her tail in the blue paint and had pretty much dragged it all around the apartment.
I took Ruby to the sink and cleaned her tail. She growled at me and then declared me evil. I finished with her and then scoured the house looking for more paint. Once I had gotten it all cleaned up, I was spent. I'd never scrubbed so much since the last time I cleaned out my sisters fridge!