So, twelve hours or so to go and the transformation begins. I'm scared, I'm used to junk now, what would I do with a spotless house. It's rather daunting, but it's got to be done, although probably I'm going to spend the better half of the day grumbling. But Bridget seems to be adamant, it's going to be a whole transformation.... like my house's own Arani Issa. We'll see how it goes, I think I'm quite strange. I pay attention to the so much detail when it comes to me, I will not go anywhere without immaculate nails, but immaculate houses.... who cares?! Admittedly it'd probably be very nice to walk into a house like that, but I am strange in that department. I think I am strange in a whole lot of other departments too. This thing of people almost being scared of me, of me???? Well then howcome young children think I am just a big playmate? I'll never understand this, ok so I'm temperamental (I'm an artist after all), but I'm not dangerous or anything of the sort. I just happen to have a short fuse sometimes but that's as far as it goes. I must also be the world's biggest procrastinator, but what the hell.
Something my mum said today, it wasn't very fair. A woman looked at me quite hard, and I got absolutely no bad vibes, but according to her it's because I don't look nice. Now I can get paranoid if people look as much twice at me, but not this time. And I had perfect hair, makeup, clothes... modesty apart, of course anyone would look!!!! The mum issue, it just never ends.
Anyway I've also spent one hour waiting for the estate agent who didn't show up. He said it was tomorrow, I'm positive it had to be today, but I can't be right on everything. So I just came up here to blog religiously. Perhaps blogging could be included in the relieving the symptoms of depression, it helps, a lot. It helps a lot more if you view it as a technological way of Ann Frank's diary. And that includes religious confession. Maybe human beings feel the need to talk, to open up with someone or something, and blogging is exactly what it does. My blog has become important in the way a bestest friend would, I just have to come up with a suitable name for it.
Something my mum said today, it wasn't very fair. A woman looked at me quite hard, and I got absolutely no bad vibes, but according to her it's because I don't look nice. Now I can get paranoid if people look as much twice at me, but not this time. And I had perfect hair, makeup, clothes... modesty apart, of course anyone would look!!!! The mum issue, it just never ends.
Anyway I've also spent one hour waiting for the estate agent who didn't show up. He said it was tomorrow, I'm positive it had to be today, but I can't be right on everything. So I just came up here to blog religiously. Perhaps blogging could be included in the relieving the symptoms of depression, it helps, a lot. It helps a lot more if you view it as a technological way of Ann Frank's diary. And that includes religious confession. Maybe human beings feel the need to talk, to open up with someone or something, and blogging is exactly what it does. My blog has become important in the way a bestest friend would, I just have to come up with a suitable name for it.
