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In this life, many things baffle us. Some of the more important questions we struggle with daily. Who are we? Why are we here? What do fools fall in love? And who is inside turning the refrigerator light on and off?
Tonight Rachel tried to convince me that Donna Summer is in fact an aphrodisiac. Well, not the actual woman because isn't she, what, seventy? Always willing to try new things, I told her to be my guest. Three songs into the greatest hits album and we found ourselves on the floor on a rug that sort of resembled bear skin. A song began to play some bird was in the park with a cake and it began to rain. So she did what anyone would do-she wrote a song about it. I understand cake being destroyed is pretty awful in itself as I am quite a fan of sweets but to say 'I'll never have that recipe again'? Isn't that a bit dramatic? I asked Rachel why the recipe was so special when there are millions of cookbooks and she suggested it was a family recipe. That made no sense because wouldn't she have made a copy? Or couldn't she call her mum or aunt to get the recipe again? Then she suggested she wasn't thinking ahead. But how important can something be to you that you'd toss it away like that after making (allegedly) the world's greatest cake? She should've planned ahead because really she's go no right to go bitching in songs if she wasn't prepared. She told me I was a hater when I brought up that Donna had options. She disagrees with me but leave it up to her to side with Donna Summer and not me.
Mark's decided to move back to London meanwhile.
This morning was a lovely one, I took a walk while Rachel was still asleep. There's a flower shop on the opposite block. It was empty as it was about nine o'clock in the morning and I got to chatting with the woman behind the counter. I told her I wanted flowers for someone very special. "Your wife?" She asked pulling out the almighty book of flowers. I shook my head no, probably turning a bit red. "Your girlfriend?" I cocked my head because I didn't know. All this time we'd just thought about being together we never settled on titles. She went on without me answering and said if I really wanted a girl, if I really wanted to make her mine then I'd need to buy a certain bouquet. I do admit it was quite nice to look at in the photo so I asked for the price, she explained each flower. It's origin and whatnot. I asked for the price. She assured me that any girl who received this would be over the moon. I asked for the price. Ninety-nine dollars, I reached in my pocket and realised I'd left my wallet on the dresser. Last night we went for Chinese and I remember leaving it there when we got back. I was a bit red in the face when I told her I didn't have a wallet. She smiled and told me to grab a rose from the freezer and to come back with the money later on. I told her thank you but she said a proper thank you would be to allow her to do the flowers for my wedding. I hurried back home with my flower, looking a bit silly in my massive scarf and oversized jacket that I'd stolen from Mark. She was already awake when I got inside, her eyebrows furrowed as she struggled with a video game, throwing the controller at the tv when I walked in the room. Upon seeing me her expression lightened and she came over to hug me, eyeing the rose. She asked what it was for and I told her it was to welcome my official girlfriend to New York.
Tonight Rachel tried to convince me that Donna Summer is in fact an aphrodisiac. Well, not the actual woman because isn't she, what, seventy? Always willing to try new things, I told her to be my guest. Three songs into the greatest hits album and we found ourselves on the floor on a rug that sort of resembled bear skin. A song began to play some bird was in the park with a cake and it began to rain. So she did what anyone would do-she wrote a song about it. I understand cake being destroyed is pretty awful in itself as I am quite a fan of sweets but to say 'I'll never have that recipe again'? Isn't that a bit dramatic? I asked Rachel why the recipe was so special when there are millions of cookbooks and she suggested it was a family recipe. That made no sense because wouldn't she have made a copy? Or couldn't she call her mum or aunt to get the recipe again? Then she suggested she wasn't thinking ahead. But how important can something be to you that you'd toss it away like that after making (allegedly) the world's greatest cake? She should've planned ahead because really she's go no right to go bitching in songs if she wasn't prepared. She told me I was a hater when I brought up that Donna had options. She disagrees with me but leave it up to her to side with Donna Summer and not me.
Mark's decided to move back to London meanwhile.
This morning was a lovely one, I took a walk while Rachel was still asleep. There's a flower shop on the opposite block. It was empty as it was about nine o'clock in the morning and I got to chatting with the woman behind the counter. I told her I wanted flowers for someone very special. "Your wife?" She asked pulling out the almighty book of flowers. I shook my head no, probably turning a bit red. "Your girlfriend?" I cocked my head because I didn't know. All this time we'd just thought about being together we never settled on titles. She went on without me answering and said if I really wanted a girl, if I really wanted to make her mine then I'd need to buy a certain bouquet. I do admit it was quite nice to look at in the photo so I asked for the price, she explained each flower. It's origin and whatnot. I asked for the price. She assured me that any girl who received this would be over the moon. I asked for the price. Ninety-nine dollars, I reached in my pocket and realised I'd left my wallet on the dresser. Last night we went for Chinese and I remember leaving it there when we got back. I was a bit red in the face when I told her I didn't have a wallet. She smiled and told me to grab a rose from the freezer and to come back with the money later on. I told her thank you but she said a proper thank you would be to allow her to do the flowers for my wedding. I hurried back home with my flower, looking a bit silly in my massive scarf and oversized jacket that I'd stolen from Mark. She was already awake when I got inside, her eyebrows furrowed as she struggled with a video game, throwing the controller at the tv when I walked in the room. Upon seeing me her expression lightened and she came over to hug me, eyeing the rose. She asked what it was for and I told her it was to welcome my official girlfriend to New York.