*peach blossoms on my front yard*
What is a weekend to you?
- 2 days of break, which translates into sleep and more sleep
- 48 hrs solitude with coffee, jazz and an endless stream of people to watch
- Pancakes morning with overflowing maple syrup and towering strawberries
- Pasta and salmon and stella artois on a table of books
- Series/movies/animes marathon from the comfort of my bed
- The gathering of all colors/faces for a night of games and momentary highness. Rational thinking is not a criteria
- Dressing up for grocery shopping
- Playing Cinderella and making telly dinners watching sitcoms and laughing at their ridiculous humor
- Riding shopping trolleys in Giant, wandering aimlessly, planning menus for the week in advance.
- Scrolling down the phonebook, wondering who to text, what to text, why to text
- Driving off on a whim, heading towards nowhere. Perhaps to a memory, or a an intention or just a crazy bamboozled whim.
- Washing my smudgy car on a rainy day and getting all smudgy myself
- Drawing up my future house and filling out the blank pages of my diary
I love/hate my weekends. Sometimes they're good. Sometimes they're just horrific. But I'm glad they exist. Cause I have mates who made it tolerable. (= Yes you should know who you are
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