Bedroom Tidying
Why do I have to tidy my room.
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Why do I have to tidy my room.
Is it Saturday. I don't know what day it is. I don't know what to say. I am lost in this summer bliss. I wake up, do nothing, then sleep. I might do stuff, pictures I take and keep.
I'm a man. I don't do romantic.
This morning------- Me; "I'm going to get some smokes, you want anything?" Tom; "Tomato juice, bagels, alka seltzer, oh and some chocolates for Jana" Me; "What am I, your personal shopper?" Tom;...
Skipped a snippet, but the saga continues: The wind gushed in as he opened the door, briefly exposing the cosy red-carpeted hallway to the unwelcome elements outside.
Just got back from a dog walk in the rain. Drizzling for all it's worth round here, typical British summer...
Jack yanked open his curtains, letting in another glorious Linestone day. Phil was already working in the garden.
I tucked Amelie into the Moses basket that sat beside our bed, I couldn't seem to tear my eyes her, It felt like if I did that she would vanish.
In the passenger's seat, I see everything. I saw the lady cradling her crying child or the gentle man who gave up his seat for the elderly. I noticed how tired their faces as bus continued too move.
Your sitting in a car, you roll down a window and stick your arm out. The car starts up and the wind blows against your arm, making the hair on your arm stick up.
I appear to have a fuzzy head. That I can't quite lift from my bed. Maybe it was the two for one. Not sure, but I had some fun. Think this morning will be spent mopin'.
We sat curled around each other in the window seat of my cluttered apartment, our legs linked around each other for warmth and company.
I started my work, at 6 in the morning. Which I can tell you is really quite boring. And hard work as well, with all it entails, with scanning and packing and refilling shelves.
Chapter 51 We walked to a cab again. This time we wanted to see the town. It was a short ride but it was fun to get there.
My parents came around For to have their tea The 4th day of July Is their anniversary We sat around and chatted As we always do Their recent holiday and What my sister's been up to Then we served the...
ALARM. Snooze. ALARM. Snooze. ALARM. Get up. Shower. Get dressed. Dry the hair. Wake up kids. Turn on DVD. 5 minutes earned. Go downstairs while avoiding toys. Made it.
I was on my way to Cheryl's room. I made us two cups of coffee and took some biscuits with me. I knocked, nobody answered, so I found my way in.
A rotten little raspberry thief, Has all my raspberries eaten. My raspberry bush, the poor drap thing, Looks sore and very beaten. Who could this rotten culprit be. Leaving my bushes bare.
I bolt up right in bed, and slam my hand down on the alarm clock. " did you break that one too?" my roommate, Ella asked. " no it just won't beep ever again" I said getting out of bed and stretching.
Someone cold arm touched my shoulder. For a second I thought it must be Mark or my mother, but the I remembered that I was flying in the one and only flight to Ireland.
My niece is over, Yay what fun, I shall take her to the park later as long as this gloomy no rain weather holds up. She is such fun to have around, Talks a lot, don't mind it's a bit of a family...
"Good grief Son, your room is a mess!" Said Mother to Son one day.
Waking up in the morning Sometimes I love it Sometimes I don't Today I'm not sure if I do or not Beauty out my window Across my bed But there's still that savage pounding Up about my head Blue sky...
Every day, I would ask my white cat, Yoghurt, "Have you see Cocoa today?" And every day she would give me the "Nope, now feed me" face.