Monthly Archives: December 2011

Seriously.

I should just get over it, shouldn’t I? but the problem is every single time I say to myself that there is nothing for me anymore, then I find something – anything – that fits perfectly to you. and not in the cheesy “omg, this is soooooooooo you”-way, but more in the sense that I want to share everything with you. Every. Little. Stupid. Thing.

Like yesterday I apparently got meself a little food poison – again – and while throwing up a perfectly good meal, some of the vomit hit my eye. don’t ask me how, but it did and it was so fucking hilarious.

by the way: it hurts like a bitch, so please keep vomit away from the eyes.

Maybe I wouldn’t share something like that – I don’t know, I probably would because it was funny. It really was. Though, the point of this story is I feel less than limited around you, and that scares me. A lot.

That’s probably why I tangled myself in a shit load of shit. Shit shit shit. Shit everywhere as well actually.

You know… One of those days where you look forward to marinate some good meat – duck breasts, if you were wondering. And you enjoy cooking so much and you think of ways to marinate this fine piece of meat while you enjoy a good red wine as well. The only thing missing from this picture is me with my own kitchen, so I can cook in whatever I feel like. Is it so much to ask for to marinate meat while your wearing underwear?

Oh well, I just have to settle with clothes then. But it won’t be the same, trust me…