cleaning up the kitchen on my bed table. how can a girl have such a mess?! im talking to myself. disgusting, disgusting! laughing on my own conversation. i love those little conversations.
last few days, ive been referring to myself as her. so, for example: daddy, zabka is hungry, you should make her something to eat. zabka is feeling sleepy, she'd better go to the bed.
i ended up doing the same thing at work. they couldnt stop laughing. i enjoy such moments. they make you smile for the rest of the day.
so im cleaning up about ten water glasses from my bed table, referring to myself as a girl and using horrible gender assumptions.
anybody interested in those few pieces of apple i have left from breakfast? id pack it together with cinnamon-apple muffins i baked earlier today. let me know - if im not answering, im probably in the shower (after that two hours table-tennis match).
ive gotta get ready. its sunday, you know... many things happen on sundays :)
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