Hello, insomnia fucked up sleeping pattern.
Wrote a postcard to some old friend of mine, if you’d like to call him that. I’d like to, although I’m not sure.
I think I might need some friends right now. But I’m not sure who is a friend and especially who is not, because, as we all know for sure, nothing is sure in life.
And so it’s not sure if there will be some fences or hedges around our garden. Or if Leo will ever stop having extended walks on the kitchen counter. It’s not sure if my business will ever be successful. It’s not even sure if I can ever have children. I’m not sure if I will ever get used to live in this ground floor apartment. I’m not sure if I will ever stop missing smoking weed. I’m not sure if I’m making the right choices.
Thinking about it. There are some things I’m very sure of.
I love wearing self knitted socks from my hopefully-future-mother-in-law. I’m addicted to softdrinks. I love designing stuff and i love working with Photoshop. I love doing things nobody else does. I love Matroschkas. I love the colour red. I love make-up, face maks, and nearly everything made by Lush. I love to hear the birds sing. I love wooden salad bowls. I have a thing for Oldies. I love The Supremes, The Archies, The Monkees – fuck it, nearly every band that exists or ever existed on this planet having “The”as first part of the band’s name. I’m sure I prefer dancing when I’m by myself. I prefer dancing to music that is oldschool groovy and is from bands that have “The” as first part of the band’s name. I love Julie Andrews, >>Cream-colored ponies and crisp apple strudels, Doorbells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles, Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings, these are for sure a few of my favorite things<< .