“Next time you should ask first instead of distracting people with refreshing breakfast juices.”
Ok. So somehow my neighbours got it into their heads that smoking right outside the door, with the door wide open, is an excellent idea. I don't understand those kids - don't they feel the stench permeate indoors? It also reaches into my apartement, makes me cry out like a wounded giant, and also makes me sort of murderous.
Only sort of, because I've already accepted that they are idiots and that it will happen again and again and again. Now watch me tie a handkerchief around my face to cover my nose.
But.. no, I don't understand them.
Speaking of the big mysteries in life, my new cellphone reminded me of a tragical fact, namely that I must have a very wrong image of the way I look. 'Cause, you know, looking in a mirror I think, "well, ok, not awesome but it's passable. it's ok". But catch me on film (or memory card as it is nowadays) and you'll have caught a monster, a troll; something you'd like to exorcise from your camera ASAP.
I have no idea how I can go from looking sort of okay in the mirror to looking like an ogre as soon as I have my picture taken - so either I'm far too optimistic looking at myself; shrouding the truth from myself because I can't handle it - or, you know, cameras hate me. I wish I wouldn't have to scream like a girl whose secret crush just turned out to have the wrong sexuality every time I see a picture of myself, though.
I've bought Mario Kart Wii now. Will amuse me this weekend. Unless I go on a CLIFF FITTIR overdose. Could happen.
Oh good the stench is gone.
Only sort of, because I've already accepted that they are idiots and that it will happen again and again and again. Now watch me tie a handkerchief around my face to cover my nose.
But.. no, I don't understand them.
Speaking of the big mysteries in life, my new cellphone reminded me of a tragical fact, namely that I must have a very wrong image of the way I look. 'Cause, you know, looking in a mirror I think, "well, ok, not awesome but it's passable. it's ok". But catch me on film (or memory card as it is nowadays) and you'll have caught a monster, a troll; something you'd like to exorcise from your camera ASAP.
I have no idea how I can go from looking sort of okay in the mirror to looking like an ogre as soon as I have my picture taken - so either I'm far too optimistic looking at myself; shrouding the truth from myself because I can't handle it - or, you know, cameras hate me. I wish I wouldn't have to scream like a girl whose secret crush just turned out to have the wrong sexuality every time I see a picture of myself, though.
I've bought Mario Kart Wii now. Will amuse me this weekend. Unless I go on a CLIFF FITTIR overdose. Could happen.
Oh good the stench is gone.