On my desk today, you’ll find: Coffee. Today’s blend is Columbian Supremo. 2 of 501 pens in the house at any given time. My perfume. I’m still working on the same bottle I bought two years ago. I collect perfume. I either have too much or not enough, considering bottles last two years. An eyeglass cloth, perhaps proof that I have one. My glasses are always smudged, and it would seem I never use it. Sewing kit. I never…
I have a confession to make. I have piles. Giant piles. Really annoying piles. There’s one in the kitchen, one in the bedroom, and several in the office. I spent a good part of last week organising the flat, and this task has spilled into this week. Because I rewarded myself with an eyebrow wax (well, both eyebrows, I don’t like to be uneven) and a trip to Starbucks on Friday. With the help of my new people, several black…
This is what it sounds like to me: 1. The laughter of people I love, especially when I make it happen. 2. Popcorn popping. 3. The noises the coffee machine makes while doing its thing. I happen to think it sounds exactly like a zombie dying. Not that I’d know exactly what that sounds like. 4. My new favourite song. Or old favourite songs. But my new favourite song is pretty cool. It’s this one. 5. Instances of friendly sarcasm,…
Before I decided I couldn’t write with music on, it was on all the time. My last.fm library, when it loads, is one my list of favourite things. I’d turn it on before I’d do anything else/procrastinate/check my email/apply for jobs/check Facebook/think about writing. That was my old routine. My new one is to have coffee and write and then procrastinate/check my email/apply for jobs/check Facebook/think about writing some more. Today, I logged into Facebook, and I was tagged in…
