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Can you believe how crazy this week is? Can you believe that a person can be SO addicted to her computer that she stays up untill 2AM so that she can still get online? (dad's home, and when he's home, there's no computertime for miss Patty, that's for sure. So miss Patty waits untill her daddy decides to go to bed and gets a few minutes online.) I know it's pathetic.
So, I need another hobby, which is probably my new blender. I went to the market and bought fruit. A LOT of fruit. Let's say... €8.50 fruit. 3 pounds of strawberries, 25 oranges, 10 grapefruits, 5 pears and some apples. It's sick, but atleast it's a healthy kind of sick :P
So what else is wrong with me these days? Time to clean up my room. I'm telling you, I have too many clothes. They're everywhere except in my closet and that needs to change. Tomorrow my room will be a battlefield. A battlefield of clothes; the pieces I keep, and the pieces I'll send to poland or russia or where ever people need them. I'll pile up all my clothes on the floor and check them piece for piece. That's too much work, I'm mentally preparing for that huge task now. Ironic, that tomorrow is a national holiday. The day we were deliberated from the germans 60 years ago. And I'll be at war with my clothes instead of celebrating at one of the many festivities. Oh well, what needs to be done needs to be done, right?
Goodnight everyone, This pathetic little addict is going to bed.
So, I need another hobby, which is probably my new blender. I went to the market and bought fruit. A LOT of fruit. Let's say... €8.50 fruit. 3 pounds of strawberries, 25 oranges, 10 grapefruits, 5 pears and some apples. It's sick, but atleast it's a healthy kind of sick :P
So what else is wrong with me these days? Time to clean up my room. I'm telling you, I have too many clothes. They're everywhere except in my closet and that needs to change. Tomorrow my room will be a battlefield. A battlefield of clothes; the pieces I keep, and the pieces I'll send to poland or russia or where ever people need them. I'll pile up all my clothes on the floor and check them piece for piece. That's too much work, I'm mentally preparing for that huge task now. Ironic, that tomorrow is a national holiday. The day we were deliberated from the germans 60 years ago. And I'll be at war with my clothes instead of celebrating at one of the many festivities. Oh well, what needs to be done needs to be done, right?
Goodnight everyone, This pathetic little addict is going to bed.