So cry if you want to
Ya, you can come undone
But you’ve gotta have a heart to have a broken one

Luke Doucet – Broken One

Until this morning I regarded this new machine that somehow (and I’m still fuzzy on the details as to how it happened) found its way into the set of kitchen appliances as something utterly weird and suspicious.

Why do we have a dishwasher now? What’s a dishwasher good for? I mean washing dishes, okay, but isn’t that what the sink was for? Especially now that we have this awesome beautiful big ceramic sink? Why did we get a dishwasher? Seriously, why do we get an appliance that robs me of an opportunity to crank up my iPod loudspeakers and sing along to the music at the top of my lungs while I’m happily cleaning the dishes?

Sometimes it feels that I am the only person in the world who doesn’t hate doing the dishes. So I put off actually using this thing as long as I could without actually driving my husband crazy. I thought up a very clever circular logic specifically for this, so that when he said to use the dishwasher I would tell him that there wasn’t enough stuff in it to actually justify turning it on and when he tells me to then wait until it’s full I could say that then we would be more or less completely out of clean stuff to use. Perfect. I even got stuff back out of the dishwasher to clean in the sink once. Especially since the damn thing takes more than two hours for something that I can do in less than 30 minutes. While singing. Stupid thing can’t even sing.

However yesterday we had friends over for New Year’s and this morning I actually realized that there are situations when a dishwasher comes in handy. For example when you have a huge pile of dirty plates and basically all the cutlery you own was used the night before. And now I don’t really care that it still takes the dishwasher thrice as long to clean everything. Because I can write about it while it’s doing its job.

I think I’m done with Fiona. God, I really really hope I’m done with Fiona.

I will learn a new word each day
Today’s word is dejected

Hello Saferide – 2006

I’m either so sick in the head
I need to be bled dry to quit
Or I just really used to love him
I sure hope thatâ??s it

Fiona Apple – Tymps (The Sick in the Head Song)

Nothing to figure out; I gotta get him out
It’s time the truth was out that he don’t give a
Shit about me

Fiona Apple – Get Gone

You’ll say
Don’t fear your dreams
It’s easier than it seems
You’ll say you’d never
Let me fall from hopes so high
But never is a promise
And you can’t afford to lie

Fiona Apple – Never is a Promise

What wasted unconditional love
On somebody
Who doesn’t believe in the stuff

Fiona Apple – Oh Well

Be kind to me or treat me mean
I make the most of it, I’m an extraordinary machine.

Fiona Apple – Extraordinary Machine

I’m sitting in a coffee shop in Augsburg, where my husband has a job for today and tomorrow (not at the coffee shop, but in Augsburg of course), so I can walk the town alone by day and later tonight he will join me in exploring.

I hoped that maybe going to the southern part of Germany meant I’d get snow, but it seems I don’t have such luck these days. I got some snow on our way here, though, which was partly really cool, really beautiful and really scary. As for the beautiful and cool, here’s how the trees looked along the highway:

I haven’t done much so far other than aimlessly walking the streets and taking a picture now and then. So that’s what you get while I finish my Couscous salad and small Caramelito. Amazingly, you still get coffee in small sizes here, which is a concept I can hardly grasp as the Starbucks addict that I am. Also amazingly, you are allowed to smoke in here. I’m too used to Starbucks it seems.