Don't go there!!! Don't!!! CATAPULT ... it's addictive.

Oh, and by the way:

Muse Lyrics in my Head for the Day (aka Time is Running Out)

I think I'm drowning
asphyxiating
I wanna break the spell
that you've created

you're something beautiful
a contradiction
I wanna play the game
I want the friction

you will be
the death of me
yeah, you will be
the death of me

bury it
I won't let you bury it
I won't let you smother it
I won't let you murder it

our time is running out
and our time is running out
you can't push it underground
we can't stop it screaming out

I wanted freedom
but I'm restricted
I tried to give you up
but I'm addicted

now that you know I'm trapped
sense of elation
you'll never dream of breaking this fixation
you will squeeze the life out of me

bury it
I won't let you bury it
I won't let you smother it
I won't let you murder it

our time is running out
and our time is running out
you can't push it underground
we can't stop it screaming out
how did it come to this

you will suck the life out of me

bury it
I won't let you bury it
I won't let you smother it
I won't let you murder it

our time is running out
and our time is running out
you can't push it underground
we can't stop it screaming out

how did it come to this

The comments are acting up again .. I did a serious double take when I saw 12 comments under one of my posts but it was just Alex telling me Michi was getting married. 12 times! That's a serious wedding promise. This was just beat by K. who wrote me 15 e-mails to tell me Sevilla was fun :)

And speaking of weddings, I am now officially the best man. Now I was told it was tradition the best man sleeps with the bridesmaid at the wedding. But I think the bridesmaid is also married and I don't know whether I'm her type, so I might not get lucky after all. However, I'm thinking of buying this hat for the occasion. What do you think? As of now you have 1 day and 23 hours to tell me your opinion.

Today's morning was grise et triste. It can't be said differently - I'm imprinted by my years in school. As soon as the subject of weather enters my head, my French lessons' "grise et triste" enters my head, even if it's le matin and as such gris. But then I've never cared much about grammar anyhoo. Another brainwash thing is that as soon as the movie Highlander is mentioned, I tend to stick my tongue out as far as I can and grow "Coooougan!!!" as was customary in grade 10.

Now it's nice and sunny and I don't quite know whether I enjoy working or not. But at least I am drinking tomato juice. Yum. (This blog seems to contain an awful lot about food lately, I don't quite know what the matter is).

But just wait until I'm posting all of my vacation pictures - you'll be glad about the food descriptions then. What's your favourite food? I really like sushi (duh) and potatoes. Not at the same time, though. And no fried potatoes thankyouverymuch. And chocolate. Actually, I basically like eating. Maybe it's easier to write about what I don't like. Pig's knuckles in aspic. But who does, apart from my Dad. Not to fond of aniseed or fennel. Sweet liquor of any kind (Amaretto, Baileys, yuck!). Food that looks at me. Shrimps and such. Eek! Fish fingers. Anything containing ground meat except burgers.

That's about all I can think of right now. Chances are high that I'll get back and post some more later.

These people want your soul.
I think I should sell mine. It's only slightly rumpled and what do I need it for anyway... Any buyers?

Your soul is worth £35153. For your peace of mind, 23% of people have a purer soul than you.

Step up and get it while it's still hot!

Want to unburden YOUR soul of the heavy load that is all the mp3s you downloaded off the internet illegally? Send them back!

Ah. Doesn't that feel better? I think my soul just went up a pound or two.

And to reinforce your belief that I'm not working a bit (which is not true but hey!) I'll share with you that, according to Quizilla, I was written by this woman:



Dorothy Parker writes you,
you wonderfully urbane,
witty boozehound, you.


Which Author's Fiction are You?
brought to you by Quizilla

I kinda like that.

Food, food, food

I am obsessed with Sushi. I don't know why but I want to eat some every day. That's loads expensive and maybe a bit obsessive. But I once read that Robbie Williams (*scream*) lost a lot of weight by just eating Sushi for a month. Of course then twelve angry horses couldn't drag me to a Sushi restaurant. I can't really remember why I tried it again ... but now I am addicted.

Strange how there's food that you really hate and then you try it and WHAM! Take coffee for example. Nobody likes it at first but hey! once you're into coffee you're usually really into coffee. Javajavajavajava... What else? Brussels sprouts. I used to hate them as a kid but then I thought - maybe now I'll like them? And I did. By the way I always liked spinach. My dad claims that's because I liked to watch Popeye, but I think I just like the taste. Not the leafy kind, though. Yuck. I also don't particularly like Spinach mixed with anything. Onna pizza, for example.

This reminds me of another thing: There is food that doesn't satisfy me. Spinach is one of them. I can eat tons of spinach and never stop. I don't mind, I like it, but it's just not a meal. Also sweet food. Pancakes and things. Kaiserschmarrn. Germknödel. Most soups. I'll just eat and eat and never stop.

Work was strangely uneventful. It was like always, just now I have my own office. No business cards, though. Bother.

Thought for the day

Why is it that some women seem to have those strange eating habits? Let me tell you what I mean: Usually they'll say: "Boy, am I hungry." Then they'll eat half a salad leaf and a grape and go: "Whew, I'm stuffed! I ate like a pig. So much food. How could I eat ALL THAT FOOD?" All the while I'll sit next to them and I really am hungry. And when I say that I mean it. Then I tend to eat more than half a salad leaf and a grape.

So what's the deal? Are those women really hungry or are they just pretending. Why can't they just say: "I can't eat anything else..." and leave it at that? But no...they always have to point out HOW MUCH they ate. Since I ate at least double the amount, I get the feeling nobody eats more than me and I hate that. But I like eating. I couldn't survive on nothing at all.

I remember the days I had at Jungle Jim's. Ah, those burgers...ah, that Spudmania...ah, that Pie-in-the-Sky...*sigh*

Well, I'm back. As soon as I get the pictures online I will provide you with a detailed description of my Turkey experience.

Newsflash: My brother is going to marry his girlfriend in July. Haven't decided yet whether that makes me feel old or what. They expressly forbid me to take a cat to the wedding as my own "life partner", since I'm lacking in that department. But I am allowed to wear a hat. And you probably remember how good I look in hats.

I'm going to work today and I'm a bit nervous (which explains the early time of this post). Don't quite know why because I've worked there a gazillion times. Never with a title, though. I wonder if I get business cards.