And it wasn't a painting:(
Friday, May 13, 2011
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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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May
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- How community gardens are kept clean.
- Too bad the sign is vintage.
- Details at the Mercer.
- Live dangerously.
- Maybe next time.
- Michelin Stars are passe.
- The Mercer needs to lower their standards;)
- Sold.
- ... but not necessary.
- Call me old-fashioned ...
- Awesome Possum.
- Yeah Opus!
- Of course I found this on my wall.
- A fine example of cross contamination.
- Finally, a flu that's not contagious.
- Definitely not a piece of wood.
- A sunbaked roach?
- My mistake.
- Not a buffet.
- Better in his mouth than nose.
- Excellent colour choice at Colette.
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