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Rainbow socks are classic. Three middle aged women smiled at me when I hopped in the elevator at uni today and we had a conversation about how great my socks were. I brightened their day through strategic footwear. Thats a good feeling.
Breakfast was homemade muesli with yoghurt and milk and strawberries. Breakfast has been like that ever since I made aforementioned muesli one afternoon on a crazy health whim. Pepitas, coconut, dried apricots, apple and sultanas, oats, bran and drizzled with honey then toasted in the oven for ten minutes. Then put into a big impressive shiny plastic cereal container with a lid that is reminiscent of childhood days when your mum actually put cereal in plastic containers instead of just leaving it in the cardboard box because your ridiculously overgrown hormone-fed brothers finish a packet between them every day. Its so yummy.
Lunch was half a ham and mustard sandwich scoffed whilst running up the hill to catch the bus in order to meet one of said ridiculously overgrown brothers in city. He was on a university tour. Took him and a friend to O'Malleys where Baileys and beer and chips were consumed. His friend didnt know what a BLT was.
Dinner was another ham sandwich this time with green chilli and eggplant pickle from the Indian Grocery store at McWirters. Best pickle ever. Scoffed whilst talking to my mum on the phone for the fifth time today. She rang to let me know that I am now offically not the only one that makes the dog pee itself with excitement whey they enter the house. The dog peed on her too so she thought I'd like to know. It made me feel a little less special but I consoled myself by reasoning that he probably just has a weak bladder and we never really had a connection in the first place...
Was whisked off for 'drinks' at ONYX, Park Road where we asked for just 'coffees thanks' and then ordered 'hot chocolate'. Why is it not the done thing to say to the person whose seating you 'just the hot chocolate list thanks'? Why do we always say 'coffees' when we really mean 'hot beverages'. Who has coffee at 9pm? yeah okay a lot of people but I have a serious intolerance for caffiene. One free promotional can of V from the middle aged Promo V guy outside Gardens Point campus made sure I was the perkiest waitress Turkish food lovers of paddington had ever experienced. Until it wore off of course...then I felt like death on a stick.
Have colour co-ordinated my entire wardrobe and am marvelling on the affect that it has on my overall wellbeing. I guess when the wardrobe is on display prominently in a room it does make a major difference to the ambience. My wardrobe looks hot. If I was a boy wardrobe I would want to pleasure this beautiful rainbow wardrobe until dawn and then I would stare into her beautiful shoes and stroke her ample rack as the light filtered softly onto our entwined wardrobe limbs.
Executive decision made - bedtime.
Breakfast was homemade muesli with yoghurt and milk and strawberries. Breakfast has been like that ever since I made aforementioned muesli one afternoon on a crazy health whim. Pepitas, coconut, dried apricots, apple and sultanas, oats, bran and drizzled with honey then toasted in the oven for ten minutes. Then put into a big impressive shiny plastic cereal container with a lid that is reminiscent of childhood days when your mum actually put cereal in plastic containers instead of just leaving it in the cardboard box because your ridiculously overgrown hormone-fed brothers finish a packet between them every day. Its so yummy.
Lunch was half a ham and mustard sandwich scoffed whilst running up the hill to catch the bus in order to meet one of said ridiculously overgrown brothers in city. He was on a university tour. Took him and a friend to O'Malleys where Baileys and beer and chips were consumed. His friend didnt know what a BLT was.
Dinner was another ham sandwich this time with green chilli and eggplant pickle from the Indian Grocery store at McWirters. Best pickle ever. Scoffed whilst talking to my mum on the phone for the fifth time today. She rang to let me know that I am now offically not the only one that makes the dog pee itself with excitement whey they enter the house. The dog peed on her too so she thought I'd like to know. It made me feel a little less special but I consoled myself by reasoning that he probably just has a weak bladder and we never really had a connection in the first place...
Was whisked off for 'drinks' at ONYX, Park Road where we asked for just 'coffees thanks' and then ordered 'hot chocolate'. Why is it not the done thing to say to the person whose seating you 'just the hot chocolate list thanks'? Why do we always say 'coffees' when we really mean 'hot beverages'. Who has coffee at 9pm? yeah okay a lot of people but I have a serious intolerance for caffiene. One free promotional can of V from the middle aged Promo V guy outside Gardens Point campus made sure I was the perkiest waitress Turkish food lovers of paddington had ever experienced. Until it wore off of course...then I felt like death on a stick.
Have colour co-ordinated my entire wardrobe and am marvelling on the affect that it has on my overall wellbeing. I guess when the wardrobe is on display prominently in a room it does make a major difference to the ambience. My wardrobe looks hot. If I was a boy wardrobe I would want to pleasure this beautiful rainbow wardrobe until dawn and then I would stare into her beautiful shoes and stroke her ample rack as the light filtered softly onto our entwined wardrobe limbs.
Executive decision made - bedtime.