I just came back from being away and I started crying because I have hurt myself on the left side of my back. Oh well, I feel better now I?ve cried. Crying for me is like an everyday confirmation that I still have emotions. If I can?t cry for whatever reason, I feel sick.
I told Anne I was going to Weba and she advised me to wear something sexy because you never know if you are going to meet the guy for you when testing beds. I admit, I put on sexy?nts, but just to please. Really, I am not looking lolz.
I ended up buying nine chandeliers, so my apartment will be in one style only. I took about two hours deciding which chandeliers I want, but I ended buying yet other ones in another shop, it took me just a minute to decide. In the other shop there were stairs at the entrance, so I had to be carried. I love that, especially if they are young and handsome guys. The one who sold the chandeliers was so cute and so friendly. I sat at his desk for about an hour asking dumb questions about the chandeliers I bought. He even carried my five bags of stuff to my grandma?s car, so sweet. I find people nice already when they talk to me, instead of to the person who?s there with me mostly they see me as someone in a wheelchair who can?t talk. But I can talk a lot, and I think my flashy wheelchair makes me more sympathetic. The spare bed was chosen immediately as well.
I had French fries in the afternoon, there goes my diet, I had mayonnaise on them. It?s yummy after eight months, lolz.