I just realized that I am not a chooser. I don’t like to choose. I’d rather have someone else do the choosing and then say ’no‘. Yeah, when I said that I wasn’t complicated? There are always exceptions to the rule.

I think I may take courses to learn how to sew. Then I’ll be able to sew my own clothes or at least repair the torn ones I’ve got and woould like to wear again one day. And then I will start to learn how to make quilts. The thing is, I’m really not kidding.

Am I the only one who immediately calls her parents if there’s a question on ‚Who Wants To Be A Millionaire‘ that either mom or dad could (or most likely WILL) answer? Because that’s what I do. Always. And might I just add that I therefore know for sure that both my mother and my […]

Why we have three different packs of dental floss in the bathroom is a complete mystery to me. Especially since I didn’t buy a single one of them.

Time for some dream analyzing. If the following isn’t enough for you, you can go check out Sarcomical’s dream and analyze hers, too. But mine first: The night before last night I dreamt I was at the Cologne main station with the boyfriend. I was coming from work and we wanted to get home. For […]

Thought No. 1 So we know that ants are these little animals. They’re ants. And elope is something like running away. What’s an antelope then? An eloping ant? Something eloping because of an ant? Because it’s what? Scared? Either way, if you know an ant and you want it to run away, because it’s in […]

Did I just write ‚relatively urgent‘ in a text-message to the boyfriend? That’s like that one stylistic device whose name I never remember. But that’s just me, the uncrowned queen of relativization. Yes, I want to talk to you. I really want to talk you. I have something important to tell you. Also I have […]

When I go to lunch here at the company I always grab a bunch of napkins and put them on my tray, but I only need one or two, so I end up taking the rest to my desk and keep them there. Up to now I have about twenty napkins (looking at the pile, […]

I have this special ability to see when in any given text, be it on paper or on the internet, there are accidentally two spaces between words instead of just one. And it really bugs me when there are more than one.

Maybe I am in the early state of complete enthusiasm, sometimes also called a crush. Maybe I’m just blinded by love. Maybe I will come to discover that it was all superficial looks and nothing else. But… what if not? I am deeply, I repeat, deeply in love with my GMail-account. Oh, all the fascinating […]