I don't know what to say about this grass ceiling in the washroom at Merci in Paris, but give me time and I will come up with something.
Thursday, September 10, 2009
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About me.
Three verifiable things about me. One. I am an only child. The concept of sharing, therefore, is foreign to me. Two. I am a Virgo. The sign regarded as a perfectionist. Three. My mother raised me to be meticulously clean; compulsively tidy. According to my mother, "You have taken this clean thing way too far." I disagree. Apologies to my mother.
Nature or nurture? Who knows? Who cares? I have not been diagnosed with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. Nor would I label myself a Cleanaholic. Or a Germaphobe. My world though, is definitely a unique place. One where doors open magically. Hotel mattresses are pristine. And estheticians never double dip.
I live in this world without a bubble or a honeycomb mask. About 15 years ago I got tired of catching the flu du jour and became ever more so hygienically vigilant -- perhaps obsessively so.
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- Blame or thank my mother.
- You have to be crafty.
- Only a matter of minutes.
- This week so far.
- The flu is circling.
- There's a little swine in everyone.
- Not just me.
- It was meant to be.
- Garbage bags everywhere.
- Proof they dust nooks and crannies.
- The Hygiene Hunter rides.
- Had me at utensils in a basket.
- Voluntary confinement.
- Surprise inspection.
- I'm at a loss for words.
- You can sit next to me any time.
- Kippers and sinks.
- A menu you don't have to touch.
- A present for moi?
- I even approve of the dog.
- Delicious. Until I had to wash my hands.
- Not as abundant as rumored.
- Au Revoir.
- Quest que c'est?
- Très bien.
- Anxiety yes. Nausea yes.
- If you have to kill someone.
- My first cockroach.
- Six hurricanes and a mattress.
- Not a germaphobe.
- Bad lady.
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I love this, is it real grass??
ReplyDeleteit's imagination turned to real life.... how many of us have turned upside down only to stare at the ceiling wishing we could walk on it?!
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