Wrap your Scarf Tight July 8, 2008
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This, my friends, is a Raspberry Peach Muffin from Starbucks. This, my friends, is one of the most delectable muffins i have ever consumed. This, my friends, was Sunday’s breakfast. It immediately put a Miss Tia in my head, because she love peaches, me, and called me a ‘mango peach cookie dough’, which is a compliment in all respects. If only i could buy these muffins in a box!!!
Now that I’m through with that, I have to report my latest craze and not so mindless entertainment. A few weeks ago, I found a 3×3 rubik’s cube in my bathroom. The stubborn thing has been tormenting me ever since. I am determined to solve it, and promise to do a follow up picture when the deed is done. I am so focused on my goal, that it can only be a matter of time, and i have recruited renforcements to ensure my success. It just warms my heart to know that I have people rooting for me.
Other recent entertainments include: hours and hours of DVDs, writing in my notebooks, compiling and scaveging for artifacts for my new memory book, freecell with actual playing cards, downloading ebooks and other somewhat sad pursuits. It’s quite cold today. The last few days have been nothing but contant showers, and of all days, this is the one i forgot my coat, but brought the cheap umbrella (when the wind blows, it turns inside out and crumples, and often, the handle falls off. Great peice of merchandise). Also, survey says that we are going to Scotland in the second half of July sometime, and i wish it were right now. So that’s that then. I’m off.
The Retro Bar June 27, 2008
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Henry and i have been going to this little pub down the street for lunch nearly all week, called the Retro Bar. I don’t actually understand why it’s retro, besides the fact that they play a strange mix of music, ranging from Snow Patrol to Irish drinking songs, to soul train. Very quirky. Anyway, my first meal there was a full english breakfast:
So here’s what I think i ate: stewed tomatoes, hash, sausages, mutated and huge slices of bacon, toast, one egg over hard, baked beans, that blood biscuit thing i can never remember the name of, a mystery bread that was quite crunchy, and tea. It wasn’t the best thing i’ve ever eaten, but it’s food, it’s cheap, and it’s close.
There are strange people that come in. My first time, a group of construction workers were there. They were loud, but moved out of the way to hold the door for me and say, “Excuse me, love. We’ll mind our manners.” I’ve also seen a scraggly man with an unkempt beard, who walked around very dazed looking. He seemed to be the kind of person that would wear a tin hat. Today i saw the most hideous woman of my life – mostly becasue it was a man in drag, and the daylight didn’t do much for his figure. I also saw an older man, graying and stooped over with a hunchback. He wore trouser, loafers, and a windbreaker, but the jacket just drew more attention to him. I feel terrible for saying so, though. Wouldn’t that be a sad way to live? People only noticing your back? I dunno.
