In the morning I had a "life" talk, and thereafter- chocolate bar with Kim.
She told me I have happiness in my eyes and asked what happened.
I told her that it may be the pollen, that I am allergic to,
Linden or something along those lines ;)
Well, why you may ask? Because according to all norms and definitions I should still be unhappy. Maybe. I mean, I thought so. Well, I think I maybe should think like that. In meantime, I feel that there is zero to no room for the 'drama in few acts',
and more space for life and the rest of "real" things.
While on track of cogitation about this and that, I went back to work.
And thought about visiting Sue of Oz, at the world's fifth periphery.
Forest, foster home, monastery, whorehouse and nursing home
all are just few steps away from Sue's place.
Seriously- AWESOME neighbors!
Like every year around this time, when summer is not fully here,
but everything slowly heralds its arrival-beach syndrome turns on-
I think about sun sets, dancing, blasting music in my car
and soft, white-sheet bedding.
Simply. Just like that- after long weeks of winter city-laziness -
I start playing Deadmau5's 'Tiny Dancer'.
When I bellyache, linger, and generally can't get my shit together to leave the house- it is necessary to throw me under a heavy stream of (cold) water in the shower, with clothes on. Next, wash my hair, without taking my pants off.
Do you guys know how cool it is to have water flow out of your pant-leg? :D
Speaking of which, I found out what colours my laundry red,
Those damn socks I like so much.
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