tonight i felt like i wanted some baklava, so i walked the two hours to the store to buy a box, and then when i came home i ate it all immediately. now i feel so f***ing ill. i never thought i'd say this but i never want to see another piece of baklava again.
damn, i wish i had bought two boxes so i could make myself sick on it tomorrow toooooo
You sound a bit masochistic there, my love.
But I thought that too when you were mentioning your fast and your disillusion you were not able to hold on to it.
I miss your stories about people, what they say, how they react and your thoughts and feelings about them.
You didn't believe me when I said the combination of a sharp sociological view and your own feelings and imagination were a very entertaining read for me.
In a way, all those persons you described were starting to become interesting characters to me as in a novel.
Your Hungarian landlady, grocerystore Moz lookalike, video store guy, your colleagues at the art gallery, your "customers". They were funny, as you described them and your thoughts about them.