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I am
...getting rained on in Tokyo.
...old enough to drink alcohol but not old enough to know when to stop.
...blogging since 02/22/03.
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Monday, August 08, 2005
Childhood can ruin you for life, especially if you grew up in the 80s
When I was still single digit, I was pining for Cherry Merry Muffin dolls and would bug my parents until they finally provided the fruit-scented doll of my choice for my birthday: Apple Amy. I've been a sucker for apple scent/flavor and always found the artificial kind to be the more satisfying one. It's a miracle that there are no teeth marks on my Apple Amy, I still wonder how I could go through childhood without trying to take a bite out of her. I imagined it would be as satisfying as when you crunch into a Granny Smith.
Fast forward to Saturday, I found myself in a perfumery instead of a toy shop, with a bottle of this in my hand, unable to part with it. Since then, I have been ridiculed over the name of the fragrance, people literally trying to sink their teeth into me and me feeling all cutesy-girly (which I never am, so this is really messed up. Thank god, I don't own any parasols and floating dresses, otherwise I'd be twirling them while running over a flower field). Then I bought another perfume called happy. At that time, my inner cynic was already lying on the floor with a deformed head from banging it against the wall too much.
I'm scared. What if I exhaust my life supply of happy-happy-joy-joy in the next couple of days? What if there's no more after this excess? I better paint my apartment black and listen to Portishead again. More suggestions for melancholy inducement are very welcome.
posted by Bunny at 10:29 AM
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Thursday, August 04, 2005
Final Countdown
The last month in Belgium has started and there are plenty of things to be taken care of before I ditch the good old Brussels for swinging London. I'm stressing myself out over this because time flies by so fast without me getting anything done. The worst thing about going to another city is moving out and finding another apartment.
When I was apartment hunting in Brussels last year, I actually looked at one where dead cockroaches were lying in the middle of the kitchen floor and when I pointed this out, the landlord only said: "Oh, these can be swept away."
So you can imagine that I'm not looking forward to enter any more vermin-infested shitholes, although one could expect the English bug or rat to be slightly more polite than the continental ones.
A friend forwarded me an email with the perfect apartment and I just talked to my potential new roomie and we agreed that I should come to London next weekend and meet her. If I'd been born as a dog, I'd be a canine helicopter with my tail as a propeller, that's how excited I am. Of course, it's too good to be true, so when we meet the roomie will most likely turn out to be a collector of dead birds but I decided that I will be happy until I find out about it. This is the best PMS cure ever.
posted by Bunny at 7:53 PM
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