It’s Sunday evening. Weekend is over.
The exhibition was nice but everything was so lazy.
This moment smells like lavender, a teen spirit.
And I wish this night would last for ever.
So I would be just sitting here with a glass of red wine and having a time to review my thoughts. I usually read back my diary in s such situation …
There she is, sleeping in a living room and snow storm is ouside. For the first time this year. Not sure what happened though.
On Tuesday I went for a two lagers and sent a few messages to my friends to ask them how they like my new website.
On Wednesday I’m realizing, I’ve got no prejudice any more.
And on Thursday I had the weapon of choice. But it didn’t feel like it.
Things are good to be chilled at the end.