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Call me a Taxi!
Soundtrack: Virginia Moon by Foo Fighters
They were standing quite peacefully on either side of the double glass door, their hats on their foreheads, long red coats with double rows of golden buttons touched the tip of their polished shoes. He stood on the left side, and he could not help but feeling incredibly smug in a uniform.
A woman came barging out the door, she was so covered in bags and packages, it was a miracle that she could even stand up straight. A little purple, furry bag fell to the ground, and he felt obliged to pick it up. He snapped it from the ground and reached it out to give it to her, but she looked offended and suddenly said: "Can't you see I am not able to carry that?! Could someone call me a taxi?". He was perplexed, and stood there with the purple purse in his hand, hesitating. -"Well?" Robert hissed, standing inpatiently on the other side of the glass door.
He didn't know what to say, rain was splattering down outside the little baldakin, and people were rushing by with great velocity. Robert gave him another inpatient hiss and he shrugged helplessly back. "Do you really suppose that is necessary?" he tried, Robert giving him a look like the planet just turned over, and the lady opening her mouth until it shaped a perfect little "o".
*fshhhhhh* the rain splashed angrily. "Well, if you insist" he said after another second of thinking.
"You're a taxi".
They were standing quite peacefully on either side of the double glass door, their hats on their foreheads, long red coats with double rows of golden buttons touched the tip of their polished shoes. He stood on the left side, and he could not help but feeling incredibly smug in a uniform.
A woman came barging out the door, she was so covered in bags and packages, it was a miracle that she could even stand up straight. A little purple, furry bag fell to the ground, and he felt obliged to pick it up. He snapped it from the ground and reached it out to give it to her, but she looked offended and suddenly said: "Can't you see I am not able to carry that?! Could someone call me a taxi?". He was perplexed, and stood there with the purple purse in his hand, hesitating. -"Well?" Robert hissed, standing inpatiently on the other side of the glass door.
He didn't know what to say, rain was splattering down outside the little baldakin, and people were rushing by with great velocity. Robert gave him another inpatient hiss and he shrugged helplessly back. "Do you really suppose that is necessary?" he tried, Robert giving him a look like the planet just turned over, and the lady opening her mouth until it shaped a perfect little "o".
*fshhhhhh* the rain splashed angrily. "Well, if you insist" he said after another second of thinking.
"You're a taxi".
by
Tora
My right eye, or my left eye if you're standing right in front of me - your left, not my left. Or simpler ONE OF MY TWO EYES has gone all red. It hurts to move it around and it's very sensitive to light. I've experienced this before, during the summer once, and it's really uncomfortable!
But really, it is - so I was wondering if anyone could send me any replacement eyes and I'd be very happy. If you have a spare eye lying around somewhere.... Your wife's, your dog's, your son's - he wont need it yet anyway!
And I'll pickle the one I have and save it until it gets better and you'll get the eye back.. and some brown cheese if you'd like!
But really, it is - so I was wondering if anyone could send me any replacement eyes and I'd be very happy. If you have a spare eye lying around somewhere.... Your wife's, your dog's, your son's - he wont need it yet anyway!
And I'll pickle the one I have and save it until it gets better and you'll get the eye back.. and some brown cheese if you'd like!
by
Tora
how to pick up a teabag
I am not a brit, and I am certainly no expert at drinking tea - so lets say I fail at both.
When using the word "teabag" in this blog post, I am referring to the tea leaves in a filter bag which you keep in warm water to give it flavour. I know what your nasty brain is thinking, you see, which is why I am telling you this.
This morning I was unusually unpresent on planet earth, I started with making up another bizarre excuse to why the alarm was going off, and why that meant it didn't mean that I was supposed to get up. It usually starts out like this:
' That is not my alarm, that is the special alarm to ring in the cattle, the very happy cattle, go go cattle, go eat some fresh hay.. Go have a nice morni...zzzZZZZzZz'
By the time I woke up it was five to seven in the morning, and I ran down to have a shower with my socks on, but luckily awakened a bit before I did.
While making my tea I started thinking about how to make it the "right" way. Not to play a citar and wear a straw hat while carefully pinning my eyelids to my ears - which is the chinese way -. But I am thinking of the British way of making tea.
Also whenever I want a yellow mentos, I get a pink one, whenever I want a pink, I get an orange, and whenever I want an orange... I don't really want the orange ones.
Reichsrundfunk
The German word for country broadcaster.
Now let me broadcast some good musix:
(please excuse the looooong area of blankness, you will have to ask blogger about it).
Now let me broadcast some good musix:
| Song | Artist | Album |
| Turn the Page | The Streets | Original Pirate Material |
| Sea Legs | The Shins | Wincing the Night Away |
| Kiss you Better | Maxïmo Park | a Certain Trigger |
| Golden Brown | The Stranglers | La Folie/Snatch (clicky) Soundtrack |
| Banana Pancakes | Jack Johnson | Between Dreams |
| Primitive (The way I treat you) | Ambulance Ltd. | Primitive (The way I treat you) [Single] |
(please excuse the looooong area of blankness, you will have to ask blogger about it).
by
Tora
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