K-Blog

I have a confession to make. Maybe it ought to be filed in the "quirky-me-never"-post but here goes. I love to windowshop. "So what, K, who doesn't? What's the big deal?". Well. I love to windowshop in supermarkets and I often do it at lunchtime when I have an hour to kill (I never actually lunch at one, I'm always starving earlier). So I wander idly to the nearest supermarket; I work pretty much in the center of the city, so I have enough of a choice as to not get bored. I love the lights, the silence (at least in the lunchhour), I love the fact that it is almost empty and I love the scents of food, the wonderful displays that are *so* abundant. And then I wander around in the lit aisles, taking my time and listening to whatever's on my Ipod and dream. I see the transparently lavender cuttle fish in the fish-market and I dream of cutting it up in paper-thin tagliatelle, drizzle with new olive oil and eat it raw with a big pinch of the sea-weed flav...

This video is incredible: Found on Zoomdoggle

I hate Sundays lately. Hate, yes. As in HATE. My Sundays lately are infested with hand-holding couples, happy families, picturesque dog-plays-with-happy-owner-by-the-river-scenes and noisy kids all over the place. Even the weather seems to be in on the plot, it's disgustingly beautiful. I took out my bike earlier. Trying to be a bit positive, I thought maybe I could tire myself enough to not think, to not miss him so damned much. So I took off nicely, pretty on my bike in the sunshine, planning to go the beautiful route along the river, maybe pop up on one of those mountain tops I always look so longingly at, while down here. I know perfectly well that if I ever got there I wouldn't want to be there anyway. Humans are like that. I didn't want my love when I had him, and now that love is gone, I miss him badly. Really badly. I have been beating around the bush these last weeks. Passed time nicely enough but then again, I am never bored. I just concentrate and pour myself ...

he sent an sms: "I thought our relationship was based mostly on sex. Now i only miss watching a movie with you on the couch." I was fine (very) with being alone tonight. Now I feel lonely =(

Oooh, I outraced a Ferrari 360 Modena on my bicycle, can you believe it ? Me neither. He just let me win to get a thorough look at my ... beehind. Anyway. Weather is fab, my fridge is stocked again, my cleansmelling laundry is waving gently in the breeze, I'm dancing around the apartment cleaning up and now I'm off to do lunch.

I woke up really early even though I went to bed late-ish. I always seem to wake up 6 hours after I fall asleep. I lay there for a while, trying to fall asleep again (come on it's Saturday) - and then gave up, made coffee and set about doing all those small things that lately make up my weekends. Laundry, cleaning, and later I might go shopping a bit. Ought to do my nails and my hair as well. Write to my mum and call my best girlfriend, I haven't heard from her in a long time. Have a nice Saturday and start out nicely with this laugh: