when the rain comes, they run and hide their heads...

seventy degrees outside
yet in my room i still hide
it's beautiful today
but i won't go out of my way
a good time isn't worth it
so here alone i sit
lemonade and jaffa cakes
an unhealthy day makes

a limerick for st. patricks day

it is often my curse
that my thoughts are in verse
but i have found
if i write them down
they needn't come out so terse.

ventimiglia refrain

the waves envelop
draw me in
"come join us"
but I've thicker skin
I turn around
the mountains beckon
it's their song
that wins I'd reckon

A cheap-ass short term kitchen

One of the nicest things I've found here is the abundance of basic foodstuffs in glass jars. Now I know, they have glass jars back home, it's just usually reserved for the more expensive brands. Here all of my jam, nutella, mayo, coffee, and so on comes in glass, not plastic. This is good news in two ways: glass jars are less harmful to the environment, and glass jars make excellent reusable containers that I won't feel attached to at the end of my stay here and can then recycle. No need for tupperware, heck, some even make good tumblers for my juice. It's perfect. Good for me, good for the planet...
Now if only I can cut down on the junk food that keeps going in them (I'm looking at you, carton of crème anglaise...)