well, i was informed today that mother's day ISN'T this sunday. it's the one after. phew. because if it was this sunday, i would be disowned by my mother for not giving her a present.
what has gone wrong with this world? all these dadada days have become so commercialised. i walked through the city and shops all around me were advertising gift's for mother's day. even the mother's have come to expect gifts. and i mean gifts, as in things you by from shops. the good old days of breakfast in bed has become a side to the main course of presents such as magazine subscriptions, personal fragrances, spa vouchers, and dare i say it. kitchen appliances. sure, these all have some meaning, like "now you can smell like you've just come out of a greenhouse filled with a mix of frankincense, lavender, myrrh, sandalwood and violet in a 1:3:5:2:2 ratio", but it is still a substitute, not supplementary, for a sentimental gift.
back to the chronology of my day. after wondering through the city for...well...half an hour, i decided that i wanted to go to lunch. however, i then realised that vincent was going to the same restaurant with his girl, and he didnt want me to go there. fuck him. so walked aimlessly for a little while, until i decided to go and find a new bar along lt. collins to dine in and sip on some cranberry juice. my journey down lt. collins st stopped when i saw violet and jessica sitting in a little bar. so i decided to join them.
amazingly, i have been very wrong these past few weeks. she didn't hate me at all. in fact, she was about to, because i hadn't talked to her at all in the past weeks. it was like one of those incidents where two people love each other, but are too scared to ask each other out. except we are friends, not lovers.
just as my lunch of risotto with prosciutto, pan-fried chicken and articoke came, they were obligated to leave, trying to keep to their strict working timetable. damn. but that didn't really matter. the phantom problems between me and jessica had been solved.
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