Smiling Like A Fool, Napping Like A Demon

I got post. S'awesome. I have a love hate relationship with the postal system. But all that goes out the window when I see my haul.

Deadly, Meanies.

Some homemade cake. Chocolate on a stick for dipping in hot chocolate. Viscounts. Mmm. Minstrels and TWO packs of polo mints. Oh Mammy.

Some sort of book. I don't read much. But I appreciate it. Good of me, riiight.

you can't read it but it says Chocolat Chocolat. Handmade by Miriam

And here are some snaps of a food shop I did a while back. Back when I was excited about cooking for myself. Now it's tired and boring. I only like cooking for others, so I can show off and be pretentious. And overuse garlic and pesto. Sigh.

Have a nice day

Still love you beeeebe.

But turns out Johnson's making me work at a conference all weekend, see you on Monday and we can make up for that dinner I missed, kay? xoxo

Passive Aggressive Notes

I am a slob, a sloth and a laze. My bedroom is generally a kip. My method of cleaning my room is to hide everything in the wardrobe or to put everything in the wash. Although I lack giving a shit to make my bed everyday or to pull my curtains (or draw? the point is they're rarely closed as that means pulling them open again), the one thing I do have is SHAME. Yes, it is shame that drives me to hide the crap from the floor in my cupboard. Shame that makes me run several steps up the stairs before any guest in order to quickly knock some empty mugs into an open drawer. I for one think that shame is a beautiful characteristic, keeps us from being too real, human and downright gross. Some people lack this shame. And it's a bit gross. Salmonella? No ta.

Admittedly this picture is fine. Just that there is food left in the pot. For how long? Can I use that pot?

SO I left a note. Hope the grammar and tone was OK. And I still want them to think that I'm cool