Everything or Nothing

it has been raining the whole day and i found myself playing mind tricks with me to get the body going. after a fab night on cockatoo island with the winos last night, i just needed to be out with the trees who seem disappointed that the spring started on such a cold note.

The 1.6 km route to the sale(that was more an excuse than a motivation) was refreshingly good. As those who know me well might know, I am not a good scavenger when it comes to such events. With an empty wallet, because they accept cash only, i ducked in and out of the premises withing 2 mins only to succumb to the smells that lingered around the corner of Devonshire. I had to instead sit down for coffee and a chicken bacon sausage roll at the bakery on Bourke. It did not suffice, but of course, and i had to get a pear and almond tart as an incentive for walking so far and having to walk back.

an hour and abit later, my jeans are heavier, my right sock turned a shade of grey because of the hole in my shoe, my toes drenched and slightly blue from the cold. and i am wondering why i can never stop talking about food. whats with this passion that's bordering on obsession?

This entry was posted on Friday, September 05, 2008 at 5:13 PM.
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