Should one be appriciative of what one might have? Should one be appriciative of what one can give others? Or should one simply be appriciative of one self and nothing else?
I am reading After Dark by Haruki Murakami. I could totally go for a tuna sandwich right now. Has to be a triangle-sandwich, ofcourse.
I have this dream, or a fantasy if you will. It's rather simple, but it is what I want to do with my life; I want to be the kind of girl, who wears whatever she feels like, baggy, old clothes, who's petite and who can concentrate rapidly. I want to sit in a Starbucks, at some odd time of day, reading a book that really moves me, zipping coffee and smoking all sophisticated. That dream is though ruined by many things, such as the fact I will never be petite, nor be able to concentrate. Oh, and obviously the fact that you cannot smoke inside anymore. Ah well... one is always allowed to fantasize... unless you're in China, I guess. Right, Emma?
I love Starbucks. (and that is including they're insanely gross, tuna sandwiches with epic loads of mayo that should be illegal)
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Inside jokes about China, woo!
Also, that reading-girl-in-a-starbucks-fantasy? I know exactly what you mean. I want to spend my life sitting on a café being all mysterious. Gah. I need to read more Haruki Murakami. When I finally rediscover that odd thing called 'spare time'.
Again. Hvorfor pokker insisterer jeg på at skrive på engelsk til dig?
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