I am sad, because there are no more four seasons. It's December and we've got 20°C. Definitely the achievement of human beings; climate change.
My skin has the scent of wild cherry, mmmmmmh. Mouthwatering soap. I made a fruit salad earlier for myself, played around with my beautiful coney, and in general, my day has been quite unproductive. It's because of the awful weather. I have nothing of interest to say.
Listening to: Björk - It's oh so quite