I have a cold - I'm unhappy. I almost got shat on last weekend. Literally. I also wish that outside my flat I had a Cafe Jacques like in Will & Grace with a drunk woman like Karen pouring vodka over my French toast. And today, I cooked a meal in the wok all by myself. I had to call Julia to check on how long it would take for the chicken to cook through with some delicious sauce but my my when it slopped onto my pasta bowl with some tortellini that I prepared. I felt like Jamie Oliver but prepapred it like Nigella by oooing and aahhing as I threw some herbs and diced chicken into the wok.
I've been watching the Golden Girls in bed at night watching a few classic episodes with my new moisturiser from Clinique, just after clearing my skin with a new exfoliator - highly recommended.
It's the simple things in life I appreciate. Moisturiser, the ability to heat food and avoiding being shat on.
Monday, April 30, 2007
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I adore simple pleasures. They're the last refuge of the complex.
Lord Henry Wotton (George Sanders)
The Picture Of Dorian Gray, 1945
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