(Death Cab for Cutie- What Sarah said)
I put two table spoons of sugar in my black coffee, there’s only one tea spoon in this place and I forgot to bring it back with me. Right now I’m just trying to distract myself from the thoughts in my head; they seem to be drunk since they just won’t get of the topic of the blue car. The mind is a strange thing, that’s basically what I can say that I definitely know, or is it?
So, so far I’ve been on vac for about a week, considering the fact that this time a week ago I stepped of the plane at Durban airport and proceeded to go to the bag conveyer place with lots of trolleys, from there I had strong urges to climb onto the conveyer belt and watch the judgments from the jet lagged people. (Wow this coffee is sweet). But I decided to not follow my human nature and left the bag conveyer place with lots of trolleys to meet my ride at the Vodashop .
I then proceeded to lift my 25kg bag into the boot of the car without noticing the tiny crick my spine uttered. Something tells me I should have listened more carefully that day…
It’s been a week and I have to travel with a pillow for my damaged lower back (they call it a steatogoyia , see second year English wasn’t such a waste of time) so that my wince doesn’t make me seem like the reenactment of the Grinch who stole Christmas (haha Jim Carrey, haha Me, Myself and Irene, haha Rene, hah that bunny suit, haha blue string , haha my mind is chewing its leash and being eaten by the pregnant big toe)
Being Crazy is really the norm, Being the norm is just Crazy.
This second cup doesn’t taste that sweet, maybe I miss it.
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