let lemons be angry

And the greatest love story is two lovebirds in a cage. - Andy Warhol

This week has been mellow compared to last week. Last week: my goodness. By now i have told lots of people about Friday's driving.

1. Got fined for not inserting cashcard properly before entering the restricted zone.
2. Sped past the speed camera at 10:30 pm
3. Realised my lights weren't even on at 11 pm
4. Found a note on the car hood the next morning saying "Hello!!!!!!!! Do you know how to park a car properly????"
5. And what do you know, the car wasn't even locked.

Enough to make me very unconfident of my driving skills. Things like that don't all happen on the same night, but they did on my friday.

This week my colour is blue in every shade. I used to think i was more precise than this: neatly categorised, sure about what i did and didn't do. The lines are blurred now, and i'm still wondering how much of a bad thing that is. Maybe we're not meant to be precise beings. Maybe I'm supposed to look for the person who will make me precise.

And i wish i had three hearts so i could be completely wherever i'm supposed to be.