I can't remember my initial subject of this post because I was distracted by an insect. And I am not too sure about that insect type. It looked like a fly but if you look at it longer, it might resemble a flying ant or a nymph. I just had that googled by the way and came to know a baby cockroach is called a nymph. Anyway, that bug is dead and I am the sole reason for its death. That makes me a bug killer and I don't feel anything about it. Maybe slightly annoyed? I squashed it so hard and dragged it wickedly on my nice clean white IKEA table that left a matte maroon stain behind. With no tissue around me and my butt refused to move from my seat, I searched through the trash for a tissue but found my used mask sheet from last night's facial instead. The used mask sheet is dry which I thought was perfect to wipe off the stain but it made it worse. It gave me an abstract stroke as seen on paintings so now i have a small piece of art on my table -And, that makes an abstract au naturale table. Perfecto!
Moving on, I just remembered what i wanted to post. It's an old photo taken in Barcelona during my Euro trip last year. Looking at it reminds me how happy i was back then. If only my pills are like time capsules that can bring me back to those good old days. But, reality isn't the friendliest in life.
Au Revoir!
Moving on, I just remembered what i wanted to post. It's an old photo taken in Barcelona during my Euro trip last year. Looking at it reminds me how happy i was back then. If only my pills are like time capsules that can bring me back to those good old days. But, reality isn't the friendliest in life.
Au Revoir!
