My washing machine runs for 2 hours plus per wash. Irritates the hell out of me and it’s soooooo unenvironmental friendly. There’s no way to change the program or stop it halfway. Cheap providence by the landloard. Bleh. And it makes such loud noises when the tumbling process starts that i think it’s perfect to cover up sex moans.
I love cooking. I didn’t realise cooking is so fun and easy until I move out and stop treating my mum like a chef. And I have started giving my food dishes all sorts of funny names that amuse Bestion a lot. I called a dish ‘heavenly chicken’, simply because it was so delicious. Another one is called “power soup”. You get the point. Yes, I’m lame. That said, I hate cooking fish. Stinks like hell.
I hate ironing clothes. Iron one side, the other side gets all crumpled up. Boo. I wonder if there’s any other house chores that’s more temperamental than ironing.
I realise it’s important to have a screwdriver, super glue and putty in a house. They can fix everything. Even toilet tank leaks.
I’m sick of MacDonalds and KFCs. Actually I don’t really love to eat them as often as I am doing now, but well, they are convenient. All it takes is just a phone call and I get to eat in 15, max 30 minutes. I also realised that it’s always the same person delivering my orders to me. Not handsome, not young and nothing near sexy. Yes, my fantasy is officially pronouced as… dead.
I’ve been reading a lot of books on people’s behavior. I’m going to be that psychotic bitch on the street where I’ll look at you in the eyes, send you that sinister grin and tell you “I’m know what you did last summer“.
No sex for the past 3 days because I have been doing the most awesome threesome of my life – blocked nose, sore throat and cough. Can’t feel anything much though I’m dying to try the Sex Position of the Day. Yes, I’ll update on that once I have the luxury of doing IT.
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