blog #5 : why do i own so many beads ???
hello blog. today i am tormented. subtended in a web of my own creation. why oh why do i own so many beads? i do not know where they came from, or when, strictly, they spawned into my life, plagued to insert themselves into every crevice of my space. i have not used beads in years, and yet they are always out; they lurk atop my workspace, begging silently to be tipped as to spread further as the spore-ish affliction that they are. the only logical conclusion one can draw from this predicament is that i have been cursed. something fateful has happened. (please note, i use the word ‘fateful’ colloquially, as to mean ‘cosmic’ or beyond reason)
this realisation has arisen as i attempt to clean my room. it is currently 4:37pm AEST. i haven’t really gotten much done so far today, but thats the spirit of a saturday i suppose.
i feel compelled to provide some life updates. blogorama has become a new sort of therapy.
yesterday (in the middle of the night) i drove from collingwood basically all the way to my burb with my lights off. this is around 35km. in a cosmic act of gratitude to the big one for my surviving of this, i rewarded myself with a maccas toastie and chai latte, courtesy of milla.
the dog shat on the floor and charlotte had to clean it up. go charlotte.
thats about it
