Wie weet waar in Utrecht een Rechtswinkel zit?

Home.
Isn't that where the heart is?

But where's the heart?

I'd rather say:
Home is where the suitcase is.
It suits for me.

Today I am dresed for summer, but there seems to be no such thing as sunshine and warmth and happiness in the weather.

Of course I am going to miss the greatest party ever today, but I always do so when I am in Winterswijk, so I already got used to it.
Besides, it's the greatest party ever every week, so it's not that bad that I miss many ( Read more... )

I haven't ever been more happy to be here than I was friday.
I haven't ever felt more miserable either.
Confusion in my head and terrible pain in my tummy.

I was shocked when I found out the world was looking weird and slightslightslightly trippy again.
I was relieved when I found out it was the fever.Sleeping under hundreds of blankets. Wearing ( Read more... )

It's half past five, I jumped out of bed and got dressed.
And I don't really understand why I always wake up to songs of Phil Collins. I chance the channel of my alarm radio almost every week en I always wake up at different times, but somehow my radio always plays Phil Collins when I wake up.

Today was a special day: For the first time in my life I fired someone!

Je collega ontslaan is bijna net zo moeilijk als het uitmaken met je vriendje. Vooral wanneer je nauwelijks tactvoller bent dan iedere willekeurige schroevendraaier ( Read more... )

Today I got the terribly good news that I will soon get kicked out of my room.
The first of August I'll have to leave.

I'm trying really hard to look at the bright side of this, but I haven't really found it yet.

Dit alles hoorde ik gelukkig van mijn moeder en niet van mijn huisbaas. Hij kon mij niet bereiken dus had hij mijn moeder gebeld. Zij ( Read more... )

I got out of bed because I had to throw up. I'm really sick. I mean REALLY sick ( Read more... )

Terug in de ordinary world. Ben ik daar blij om of juist niet? Ik denk van wel ( Read more... )

De waarheid omtrent Leopold...

Eerst was hij slechts de muur tegenover de wc, en opeens was hij een muurdier. De fantastische Leopold. Hij kwam tot leven op een vrijdagavond in januari, tijdens de mislukte mad tea partyJa, onze Leopold was slechts een fantasiefiguur ( Read more... )