So I didn’t get a tattoo for my birthday (due from the previous year) but it was still a pretty awesome week and place and state of mind to celebrate getting closer to my sell by date.
I got a bouquet of flowers from Pramod. Over this wkend I went through the bunch, throwing away old ones and trimming some of the longer lasting ones. I found some roses that I didn’t initially see, and due to some later explained events, it set me into thoughtful mood. And my conclusion is that somehow, a bunch of roses, tulips, lilies, African daisies and other pretty petals are more meaningful than an expensive Woolies voucher. See? You cant go wrong with flowers.
Other things that happened was supper and sushi, onam with the Cape Townians, a shot glass, a pony and two requests from a guy to make out with chicks. Nice lot of mallus here :)
Anyways, I hit Season 3 of Grey’s Anatomy this wkend. Damn.. thank goodness I watch that stuff on my own. There was something about this season that is incredibly emotional and raw and somehow manages to slip through the cracks of the wall inside. It makes you think about FEELINGS and EMOTIONS everything else you could happily ignore when u don’t have to think about things.
So if it were not for Grey’s I would not be happily content on my kitchen floor, surrounded by petals and stems, shifting the flowers around into a different arrangement. And if it were not for Grey’s I would not be left analysing those blasted feelings and realising I want more.
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