Ok...so I haven't posted anything in ages, for that I apologise to my ghostly fan base. Let's just put it down to me being busy...ok lies, I've been both busy and lazy.
I am so tired.
Just had to get that out there: the extent to which I am both physically and emotionally drained is severe- moving house in the past month with only one day off a week and having to work continuously with no days off for the past two weeks has me exhausted! I will say though that I find myself content. Single life has taken itself to a whole new extreme with me- single, very sexy, house to myself with no nagging parents and freedom to be indulged in.....yet I spend my Friday nights in bed with a glass of wine and a movie.
Thumbs up to being independent!
So the last month has evidently been crazy for me...I've had to cover a shift at our small outlet once a week which has been amazing for people watching. I find it fascinating that so many people have nothing to do all day, save for shopping, buying Planet Yoghurt or sneaking off to the movies when they should be at work. It's interesting that there are so many odd faces, strange mannerisms and even more bizarre clothing choices out there. I saw a guy the other day; super tall and skinny, dark skin, wide stride. He looked as though he had just gotten out of bed, or moreso as if his mother had just kicked him out of bed. He was wearing a black long-sleeve t-shirt thing, paired with a hot pink pair of skinny corduroy pants- covered of course in little white hearts. Now, I am all for self expression and being yourself and not letting anyone shape your opinions and the such...but surely a line must be drawn somewhere?
Mad respect to him for being 'out there' though.
Now I am fully aware that some of the things I choose to notice may be strange or unnoticed to most, but it's the little things that matter, right? Have you ever sat for a moment and considered the smells around you? Sitting in a little box all day watching people walk past was like a disco in my nasal passage. Every now and then I would be hit by a wave of sickly-sweet perfume from a woman dressed in business attire, you can almost see the trail of it following her as she tiptoes on, like a cloud of pink that suffocates whatever it touches. Or a man in a suit on his way to a "business lunch" with a yellow-brown cloud of musky cologne hanging around his head and shoulders. There's also a Mother smell too. I get this quite a bit at The Gallery- it consists of nappies and baby powder, wet wipes, milk, sweat pants & trainers, and more often that not, exhaustion. One of my most hated is the stench of body odour. It seems to stick in the air long after its owner has disappeared around the corner, a thickly dense, heavy odour that lines itself inside your nose and makes its home there for a good half hour.
I can almost smell the cocktail now, just needs ice and a little umbrella.
High season should be kicking in now, I get to watch an assortment of people walk through The Gallery doors- it's almost like opening a packet of Liquorice allsorts: you know what's in there but you still want to see them all. I hope this season brings in a few twenty-something-year-olds, Lord only knows how much I'd like a good flirtation shesh with a foreign hottie!
But that's to be discussed another time...
For now, I need to focus a bit on my completely experimental cooking phase. It gets interesting, but when you just 'wing it' then things are always bound to be! Honestly I'm not doing too badly; no reports of food poisoning on my half yet and my parents actually loved the lasagna I took round to their place the other day- early candidate for Daughter of the Year award? I think so!
Till next time,
TT
