I became curious. I'm pretty impulsive. I've swapped a warm cabin to snow and -28 C just because I thought it'd be cool. And it was. Or the time when I just hopped to car after my ex-gf said on the phone how she'd want to see me. It was a 250km trip there and the gas cost 50â¬.
But how about you?
How impulsive are you?
I want to see you.
Unfortunately they don't have anything that resembles the spasm I seem to have when I wink so uh...yeah.
Sorry, not enough cash.
My current funds are reserved for that Nokia's 9210...
Otherwise, I'd be buying tickets already.
I am impulsive in word, not in action. I often say things, or get overexcited about something, but I do think before actually doing anything.
Yeah I'm saving up money for a slushie. Nothing else really. Mum buys me anything I want now. Maybe it's that guilt playing in from all those Christmases and birthdays she missed. No...she only bought me a slushie.
Damn her.
Erm. Rite. Ehh... that's another word I have no clue of.
My mistake. A smoothie, not a slushie. It's a drink with crushed ice and fruit juice. And she bought me some broccoli and cheese soup.I love it.
Dumb bitch ate my brownies.
Not mum, her girlfriend. Fucking lesbian. I really liked those brownies. They were great.
Ugh.
Great. Now I can finally got o sleep. Good night.
Amor: nite
Fallen: You better hide them better next time.
Well...generally one would not tend to think that they would have to hide their baked goods.
BUT THAT IS NOT THE CASE!
I warn you all, hide all your baked goods! And well!
Well I AM a baker, so that advice'll come to good use.
You bake?
Well?
May I taste your goods?
Your baked goods...of course.
Blah.
Not since school. My parents say that I just make a mess. But maybe when I move out.
I could say I'm quite a good baker. I like making cakes the most. Covering them with whipped cream and then building up the decorations from choclate and fruits. It really makes one feel to be creating something.
I also like to cook, but my parents won't let me, also for the same reason. In the army, I learned more about cooking than in school, even though the bakery programme included a year of kitchen studies. The officers said to me in amazement, that they have never seen a service and catering sub-officer, who'd made food good enough to make the men come and thank by the hand. Yeah, I'm a good cook. At least at the company level.
Sounds nice.
My mother's whore loves it when I cook. And now I don't mind doing the dishes. That was the only thing I dread before. I actually have a thing for doing dishes now. It's really almost frightening. I have to keep the house clean! Anyhow...