Today I'm not going to rave on about deep and meaningful things. For once, I shall write about the boring usual things you perhaps may have come across whilst blog browsing.
Went feather shopping today. Lovely, colourful nests designed to be rested snugly against the female scalp. All different designs and varieties of angulation and form will be tested by ladies with dainty taste for their fluttery creatures. I suppose the feeling of soft, synthetic feathers are an appealing nature of courtship to the male counterpart. Why, the Melbourne Cup has become a festivity of strutting peacocks and chickens, rooting for horses!
No, I did not purchase any nests nor feathers.
Acutually it was a day of surrealism. Having been aroused from deep and lacking sleep I dragged myself out into the Bathroom of Abandoned. Such name derived from such previliges I obtained from certain management affiliations, yet because of my highly imaginative and spiritually connected psyche, therefore the belief that this private bathroom is therefore, just like the rest of the building, haunted. Drowing in the hot shower I began to feel the blood rush through my body, tinkling the 720 million cells in there: wake up, wake up...
A day of rushing and postponing times, ending it in such not so rushed way. Oh I'm not making any sense am I? I need food. Good nice food that smells lovely and sensous. Ones that tickle your tastebuds...
Did today happen? It went by so fast...I'm just opening my eyes now...
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Meh, having weeks merge as if it's the same day due to the same routines, same undone to-do list and unfulfilled desires for certain things to go away or be realised, and waking up after 10am daily is more of a nightmare. Sleep earlier lady!!
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