nekare

It always weirds me out when people say they can't cook, and even more when they take pride in it, like 'oh no, I burn water, I never go near a kitchen!' I don't know, to me cooking is such a basic, well, surviving skill - you don't have to be good at it, hell, you don't even have to like it, but you have to know how to feed yourself.

I've known loads of people that say that, but most recently the receptionist/admin/nurse-student-in-need-of-work at my office. She always looks so amazed at the fact that I managed to boil some pasta or whatever, like it's this magical concoction that I had to sacrifice some baby goats to get. She's a sweetheart, but she can be really ditzy.

I need some new flamenco shoes like yesterday. Mine have to be at least 8 years old, and they're on the point of giving me blisters. I have a newer pair that I bought as a teenager, at which time I went 'omg higher heels gimme!' for some stupid reason, and now I can't dance on them for longer than twenty minutes, so they're just standing there in my closet unused. SIGH.

I shall celebrate my lovely lovely new monies by going to see the Avengers tomorrow after work! YAY AVENGERS. I shall go on my own, because that's the way I roll. *cough*