My solutions create more problems, pretty much like your solution, pretty much like all solution
What a day! It turns out we are TB free. And the package was delivered.
Entries Tagged as 'Simon says'
Findings
Throughout the day I find myself wanting different things. Now can you see why I find it difficult to be consistent?
Feels like I have screwed everything I could
It’s either I don’t know what’s happening to me, or nothing is happening to me.
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It’s just a hay fever, damn it.
Wish
This coffee I am having is not giving me more guts for the day ahead. Not even more time. Actually it’s giving me less time. However I am lingering around the cup like there is no tomorrow.
The past
It is a loss. Or a gain. And a closed door. But not always.
Cleaning up
I don’t trust a cleaning lady to put order in my life. Because this is how any major cleaning of the house seems to me. There is one event like this every now and then when the seasons change. The latest spring cleaning revealed to me how I owe you the use of stripe socks. Before you my socks were being unicolour, mostly black. I was again tempted to put your things in a box. This time for practical reasons, they are taking up space. But there was no time. Space per time equals momentum, so I guess I am gathering practical momentum. It was also a good time to review my acquisition policy when it comes to music. And books. At least I listen to the music I buy. But that’s a side note. When I am older I’ll probably be better abled to read, although medical statistics contradict me. What else? I made plans to artistically use all these paper scraps I have been piling up. I have also decided to raid my clothes and give away everything I have not worn at least once in the past two years. Problem with this one is my memory is tricky when it comes to parting with once endeared items. I lag and linger. I have also observed I have gathered an impressive amount of dry-cleaners hangers and silver items. I want to buy new roller-blades, these ones are ten year old. Maybe they can go to the roller-blading museum?
Personal mission statement
My aphorisms are apothegms, not axioms, though in an ideal world they would be sententia.
Goldfish moments
I know my weaknesses and strengths. I try to turn the first into the later. For instance, my buffer memory has a very limited attention span.
Daily revolution
Relax, nobody gets hurt. That’s mostly around myself. Take yesterday, for instance. The moment I got out of the house, I caught a little fly between my eyelids. Isn’t that special?! OK, OK, it was my righ eye, but still. Thirty minutes, a panic attack, two pharmacies, and half a bottle of eye wash later I have managed to remove the little thing. It has not survived the above mentioned hardships. Do you know the joke with the crocodile tamer and the blonde? Yeah, that’s how I felt, only nostrils dried from the antihistamines.
In other unrelated news, I have been to the bookshop. That’s the thief of my heart, now that the boyfriend is in the mountains. Buying books, underline buy, not read, makes me feel intellectual. Of course, at a cost. Also being the gay I am I have bought Madonna’s latest. And Lenny Kravitz’s. Tell you what, you wannabe DJs, these two don’t go together, not for the time being, I’ve tried.
And now off to work, celebrating by doing this Labour Day.
Attention, we have a fly in the closet
You know your mum is not out, when she introduces your boyfriend as “a friend of my son’s”.
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