So I did something stupid today. I went to bathe at the temporary toilet today and forgot to take my toiletries back home with me after doing so. Which includes the Clinique face wash.
Of course (though I had pretty high false hopes), my clinique face wash happily flew away into the loving embrace of its new owner in the same block. Unless a bangladeshi worker took it, of course. Being lighthearted about this has nothing to do with magnanimity; it's just that baths tend to wash away all grouses and complaints together with the day's worth of dirt. I hope against hopes that the person who needs it is less fortunate than me (sour grapes), and that this is in fact a blessing in diguise (SOUR SOUR SOUR GRAPES). Ah well, more reason to shop tomorrow or friday!
I think I know what it means to be happy.
When I think of you I feel like bursting out in smiles, or like doing a little jiggle, or simply rubbing my tummy. Because that's where it all is, all that heady and intoxicating euphoria clamped in the depths of my soul that's just dying to be let out. I guess it seeps out of my nostrils, or from the pores on my skin, because if i hold it any longer i might just explode.
oh, heavy head, happy heart. I feel yellow.
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