Advantages i has them all
Disadvantages if i couldn't live without em then i guess i'd be dead if you took em away...thats kinda scarey
This could be the hardest piece of writing I’ve ever had to…urr… write I guess. Ten things I could not should not and would not live without. Ten things. Only ten things. Just ten things?!! And me in this big bad world overdressed in glitz, indulgence and chocolate variety. How ever will I cope?!! However, never one to step away from a challenge, not I, one will attempt. However ladies and gentlemen, (uh-huh, flattery gets you everywhere I’ve been hearing,) I do not promise a fascinating opinion nor a tantalising read. Nope, instead, welcome to the whims and ways of a very peculiar Daysleeper – be prepared to be bored whilst I revel in my own self-indulgence….Oh dear, I’m stuck already. Concentrate gurl….
TEA: Just milk, lots of milk, and more milk than that please. At least six cups a day, several in chain, if it’s been a particularly horrible one. My father always scorned the television. English movies, and soaps and adverts. He’d get drunk and blasphemy off bout how ‘bloody stupid’ it was that when times got tough they stuck the kettle on. Have you guys ever noticed? It’s true. They do.Nora runs in to her friend’s house, mascara running down her face… ‘Oh Doris, the Hoovers just exploded, the rents overdue, baby Emmanuel won’t stop howling and me hubbies ran off with the milkman – for the love of God whatever should I do?’ Doris looks on…. perturbed … ‘I’ll stick the kettle on!’ Scene shoots off to two completely satisfied smiling females whilst baby Emmanuel coos in the background to the sound of his father and the milkman sha…
Hold up, you’ve got the picture, I’ve taken it too far!!!Well I agree. Completely and wholly I put my trust in Tetleys. Whenever I’m gloomy, tea makes it momentarily smaller. It’s my cup of comfort. Whenever I’m freezing, tea makes my cheeks rosy again. It’s my cup of warmth. Whenever me mum and me are at each others throats, tea raises the white flag. It’s my cup of peace. And whenever I’m loosing myself in my fictional world of books, tea is my transporter. It’s my cup of escapism.
All that said, I can’t decide if I actually like the taste… hmm… moving on…MUSIC: ‘My name is Sara and I am a musicaholic.’ I love, need, crave, yearn, and pine music. All the time. My Cd collection is my prize possession in its quantity and diversity. The internet is my God send when it comes to songs I just MUST have. And my sole objective is to educate my daughter in all streams of musical consciousness. (Okay that’s actually a lie, don’t call the social, but these list things must come in threes. Its just the way it is.)
I love all types of music and whats ‘hip and now’ with me generally reflects my mood of the moment. (No need for the temperamental female jokes leading to each CD getting a thirty second spin ya hear?!) RnB, soul, jazz, punk, rock, classical, even French underground funk have a place in my ever-expanding collection at the expense of my bank account. As I said - I crave music. Whether I just want to chill, whether I want to jump in a rage, whether I want to get down and get groovy; music is my accompaniment, my companion and my God send.
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