I am real sick of moving house. I've lived in four houses in the past three years and in every single one I get real excited to make it cute, until the owners wanna move in/renovate/get evicted/housemate dramas and I end up at another temporary home. Cute urge is GONE. CUTE NEVER LASTS. If I had a house for forever and forever I would make a bed-room (a.k.a an entire room made out of a mattress) and then fill it with the million books I should read before I die. DEPRESSING.
the latest way I waste my time
In Dunsborough, I saw this hell indie couple at the market buying "old looking" books for decoration (actual conversation). They totally were buying Readers' Digest and it was pretty funny.
21 hours ago