random shouts

so the days seem to be skirting by in haste, though i can hardly remember what i do each day. they've been functional i suppose. but not necessarily satisfying enough.

everything we need to get for the house seems to be settled. well almost. our shower heater's down so i've been running out of icy cold showers trembling absolutely cold like a furless monkey in siberia. that'll beat looking like a monkey trooping down queensland ave with a towel and slippers just to shower at a friend's.

the kitchen is constantly in a state of disarray. i swear all girls should be put through army. they have little sense of what cleanliness and order is. leaving food uncovered over night, wrappers trash and undone dishes left on the counter, groceries in their bags everywhere. it's time to mother these ppl.

i do feel myself getting lazier. semi-dysfunctional in an epicurean kinda sense. shall i attribute it to the cold? partly really. the duvet is the most inviting spot in my massive room, which means i hit the snooze button at least twice each morning. time to cut down on the decadence too. it's starting to hurt the pocket. michelle, quit talking to me about what i write here. lest i migrate this elsewhere.

there. monday blues, in black.