I moved. Again. Sure, one would say that is the Murphy's
law that the first night I was in my new place, a hitman who killed two people
and injured five policemen was killed fairly close to my new home. It is still
a little strange bike in the streets here in the neighborhood thinking which
corner is which.
But well, I got new home. I also got an interview in a
very interesing and exciting company fot a job I know I can do and do well.
Everything seems to me getting in order.
When why do I feel like Billie Myers?
I tried to make macarons again. Why do I even bother?
They never come out the way they should. Or the way I want them to. Am I asking
too much? It was a failure. I was promised they taste still good, so I guess I
got that going for me.
Will you still love me?
Off Topic
I feel like I am being punished. And maybe I am. And
maybe I deserve that. It's just.. is it worth it?
I know you will.. I know you will.. I know that you will.
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