Just Another Day At The Office With Joeke, Cookies and Coffee

HEY

I would just love to bake a currant. Only because I don't like it. I hate currants. I want to sit on them and throw them away. Just, away. Burn them. Shoot them into outer space. Away with currants! 

Away with being awake! I'm off. Bye.

PS

I love cats.

Shite.

An idiot. Walking backwards down the street. His eyes intensely black, staring. Shrouded in a big, grey sweater."Why is he walking backwards?" "They say he's trying to turn back time." He walks into a store, almost trips over the bright red doorstep. "Excuse me sir, what are you doing?" He's just nods and sits down. Grabs his bag. A notebook appears. A black one. It's been used a lot. He takes a pen and writes something down. Puts it all back in his bag. "The joy of being complete." That's all he said and walked back again. Back. Literally. 

Wouldn't it be wonderful to be complete? To be whole? To be whole again? 

I can't wait to be complete.

I'm laughing at myself, as we speak.

SO TRUE

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