Go on! Give it to me!

I'm hungry and I have a need for salt. God knows why since I hardly put salt on anything, but the last few days I've really had a craving for it. Now I can really taste that pizza with meat and crusty bread. I never have meat on my pizza. Maybe it's just a combo of eating too badly and not eating enough - that'd explain things. Or maybe it's the heat that makes my body need more salt - I'm not really clear over how that works. One thing is certain though - I eat a lot less when it's warm outside and I really shouldn't. I think that's why I've gained weight aswell - starvation and not proper weightgain. Oh well, "the one who lives will see" like my sister always says.

"Close your eyes and just dance."

I was drunk yesterday, and I've never walked better in high heeled shoes. Of course, I never walk in high heeled shoes so being better isn't exactly that hard, but it got considerably easier once I was swaying a little. Or as my friend said at the start of the evening "pretend you're drunk and it'll look less like you've shitten your pants". It worked.
You know... if you drink more than a litre of beer, then a bus-ride home can be a bit... annoying. In my case I had to stay completely awake and not close my eyes ("focus on smth - FOCUS!") - otherwise I would've thrown up. I made it all the way home. Hooray for me.

Is hungover a headache and general bad feelings? Because then I don't think I have it. Or is it being slow and a bit strange? Because then I might be having that.

borderline

"'The King is dead!
Long live the King!'

'He's either living or dead - make up your minds!'"

That's what I read yesterday in one of my old Donald Duck comics. It seems quite accurate today since the King of Pop (and later scandals) has joined Elvis and Hitler in *uses a creepy voice* the beyooooond.

I've slept about 25 hours in total this workweek. It might seem like quite a lot, but if you take into consideration that about 87 hours have passed in total it's not enough. Seeing it in numbers like this makes me realise that the human being needs way too much sleep.

How can people forget to drop their kids off at kindergarden and just go to work while the kids stay in the car? Seriously, how can people forget?! "I'm so sorry, I was late for work" or what? You know, maybe it's just me, but there's a reason I don't get kids. I'm way too into myself at the moment to have love and care for someone else and it feels great! Of course, if I did get knocked up and popped out a child or five then I WOULDN'T FORGET THEM IN MY CAR! People are idiots.

flowerpot

What really amazes me with Ace of Base is that they still manage to sound really bad. Horrible singing, boring lyrics and a really dull sound. Of course - they were really big in the early 90's and of course I was a fan (even though I didn't have any of their cd's) so I suppose I shouldn't complain. But my god all their songs sound exactly alike.

Happiness is finding an article about a sect in my newspaper. Sheer happiness is realising that they're running a series of articles about this sect. Breakfast has never been more interesting.

ohne mich

I deserve an award. I deserve to be showered with roses. I deserve to be so filthy rich that I can have my whole driveway full of different Koenigsegg models. Why do I deserve all this? Well... this morning I've been doing other people's jobs and I've done it fairly well.
Of course I won't get my award, roses or cars. I'll get a "thank you" and then my amazing skills will be forgotten until the next time something fucks up and people start yelling at each other.
H2 started a monologue about how this kind of paperwork isn't our job and I told him, quite pissed of the whole thing, "imagine someone telling me off about this". I'm not scary, I'm not terrifying and there's not a chance in hell that I can make people quiver from fear - but I think that even the most cold-hearted person would take a step back if he or she started yelling at me and wanted this done. (I had to promise H2 I'd call him so he could hear it if he wasn't present.)

It's almost dinnertime. I deserve that aswell. Flowers are pretty, but food is orgasmic.

teeny tiny world of mine

When I was about eight or nine we planted sunflowers in a pot at school. Most of the others killed their plants, but somehow mine managed to stay alive - so I took it home and planted it in our garden. It continued to grow there. And grow. And then it grew some more. I think it was about two or three metres tall when we had it cut down. There a picture of me somewhere at home where I stand next to it - I think I was about 1,30mts or something at that time and it's HUGE! I kind of miss that sunflower, but I haven't really thought about it until today. Maybe I'll plant a new one on my balcony. It'd at least brighten it quite a lot.

magic

You know, there might not be a lot of water in a normalsized glass, but when that water is somewhere else than in the glass - then it's a lot. I realised this just now when I knocked over my glass and the water spread over my stove and down to the floor. It's a lot of water.

I have a "to-do-list", but I never really follow it. At the top of it now is "getting my sister a gps" and before you start nagging at me that she can damn well get her own freaking gps I have to tell you that it's for when we go abroad this summer. Which I hope we will. Been too long since I car-journeyd anywhere.

Fruit for breakfast is highly underestimated.