Eggs boilin' & coffee pourin'

Sitting on a chair in the kitchen, right in front of the stove, waiting for the eggs to boil. I'm humming Herman Hermit's 'No Milk Today', for some funny reason, and it doesn't even suit the situation, since I'm wearing a big glass of milk.

I'm glad. The water is finally boiling. Sometimes it spatters in the fire, causing loud cracky noises and huge flames. I'm slightly scared and I want to do something about it but I won't, because I'm blogging. And there's only one thing that can come between me and my blindfolded trouble and that's time. Good ol' time. 

Ah! Cause for joy! My pot of coffee is ready to be poured in a big mug and down my throat. Actually kind of devious, isn't it? I might as well just cast it in my gullet right away. Or no, my "esophagus". What a word. 

Alright, while A-Ha is doing their thing I'm gonna make some tea for mother and sister. Toast some bread and think about Nick and Jess's kiss. 

And watch this video: http://www.vh1.com/celebrity/2013-01-30/new-girls-nick-and-jess-kiss-why-jake-johnson-never-saw-it-coming/

Hahahahahha, if you know Jake Johnson, or you know someone who knows him OR you know someone who knows someone who knows him or maybe somebody who knows his cousin ... or maybe if you ARE Jake Johnson, let me know. Because I love you. 

I'm just gonna say it. I'm in love with a fictional character and I want to believe that Jake Johnson is eggsactly the same as Nick in New Girl. So. 

Did you see what I did there? 

I was thinking about eggs. 

You figure out the rest. 

Hobbitses.

Today I went to see the Hobbit again. I've seen it thrice now. It's officially insane. But I loved it just as much as the first time! What an awesome film. Now I'm off again. Thought I had something to say, but this is pretty much it.

Bye!

THE BEGINNING.

The last week I've been balancing on the edge of the deep abyss of inspiration. I want to jump in, but I can't. Because my feet are stuck. It's like a nightmare.
 I just feel like I'm going to create something magnificent soon! Something that I will love forever. And something that I don't mind showing to other people. I'm speaking of drawing, fyi.

A self-portrait: Ouch.

On the other hand, balancing's been bearing some fruit as well. Because I feel inspired by everything. Polka-dots, lollipops, ribbons and pudding. I even tried to make a self-portrait, which I swore I'd never do. But somebody insisted. And I created something painful...
I didn't even finish it. I called it, A self-portrait: Ouch. It's scary. But it says a lot about me. Cross-eyed and not ready yet. Not ready for the world. Hahahahaha. Good lesson. (And exactly the reason I don't do self-portraits. They make you have to look at your own face for too long.)

Good. It's almost 2 AM. I'm very tempted to stay awake all night. But I can't, because I have to go ob a job-hunt tomorrow. And since we have a new pizzeria in town, I'm gonna go there and show them how much they need somebody like me. They need somebody with a sparkle! And that's when I light the fireworks and accidentally blow up the entire place. 

THE END.