Legwarmers are winners. Especially if you sit in a "laboratory" (even if it's a lot more like the woodworks at school than an actual lab), with windows in the ceiling and walls that don't understand the whole concept of "insulation". Or if you put on jeans so tight that they cut of the blood circulation and finishes the ensamble with acidgreen socks that only reaches the ancle. (Yes, of course it has to be acidgreen socks.)
Rye porridge with kiwi and raisins is another winner on a "morning" (I think it was after noon), when the world is grey and you keep wondering why you're not like one of those insane people who clean their homes, do the laundry, make sure the groceryshopping gets done and have time to make a five-hour-roast before noon. But no, I'm not like them. Somehow I kinda doubt I'll ever end up there. Well maybe if someone wipe out my entire personality and replaces it with "speciality cooking part 5" and "how to make your guests happy". I probably shouldn't say this, but the main reasons I clean my apartment, at all, is because 1) I'm allergic to dust and 2) I might get company. Hrm, I think I'll change the second one to 2) if I'm pissed off. I really should get pissed off more often - I'm so much more efficient then for some reason. Then again, being happy takes so much less effort and to just lie on the couch and doing nothing is so much better than going around like a whirlwind because I'm angry.
Let me give you a tip: Don't share bits and pieces of yourself - it'll end up in such a terrible mess if you do.
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