1.40am, lush hot pasta adente and fragrant olive oil on my left… and lovely port waiting to be opened tomorrow on my right. Just a while ago, I just realised how much the smell of boiling pasta and olive oil drives me half mad. (ok, besides the fact I am already rather mad).
Mother’s
day tomorrow… bet half of you wouldn’t even think I’d be the one cooking
Sunday dinner for me mum tomorrow. And to top that off I’ve gotten a lush
bottle of port. Mainly for my enjoyment but let’s pretend I didn’t say that.
*burp*
Satisfying…
pasta never fails to deliver.
Once again I’ve let precious Saturday pass just like that. But then again, is that not what weekends are for? I fail to comprehend my own words. I want to let Sunday pass while I lull in bed thru most of it. But that by the looks of things will not happen. First thing tomorrow, flowers shall be delivered over to Bea’s and followed by a trip to the market to pick up food for tonight’s dinner. And then over to town for the DJ competition whatsit at 2pm. Gawd I feel like hiding under covers already.
Oh
damn and I still need to swim and catch some more sun before I’m back slaving
at work on Monday. Oh damn, Monday… have to pop by me agent and go to
Cilla’s as well. And even without a mirror I can tell the state I’m in. And
if Myra’s reading this, start choosing a pair of yummy shoes cuz I AM gaining
weight! At all wrong places that is.
More
work awaits while I lull about procrastinating god knows what. My loan is
waiting to be brought into existence and once again I run for my duvet to hide
me from the rest of the world. Do you ever get days when you just want to crawl
under the tables and disappear? That’s me, everyday. As surprising as it is to
you and more to me, it is but the daunting truth.
John
Creamer failed to get on his plane and thus leaving me with a poorly Melbourne
DJ for a substitute. I feel stood up, like on a date. And the Backroom got
raided… or so I was told while I was about to head over. There went my
exciting night for which cost me 50 crunches and leg lifts in preparation. I’m
insane I know.
Might
go dye my hair jet black tomorrow IF I even have the time. Need a better shampoo
before I go bald. And still am hunting for something to wear besides contrast
fancy pantyhose for the French Boudoir themed party. Well if all fails I guess
it’ll just be the fancy tights and me…urgh *looks in mirror* on
second thoughts that isn’t a very pretty sight.
N/B: get rid of spots by Monday.
Time for snoozage.
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