ccciii) Easy Like...

This is a Sunday habit I could get used to...

cccii) Achromatic.

Hermit Mode: Engage!

ccci) Fresh Kills.

It's Fire Making Time.

ccc) Fresh Beats.

I have no idea what any of those buttons and knobs do.

ccxcix) Fluffylicious.

(The secret ingredient is honey... Shhh...)

ccxcviii) Tastes As Good As It Looks.

And it looks damn good.


*Braaaaiiiiiinssss*

ccxcvii) Making Do.

Now it feels like my own place.

ccxcvi) Rooftops.

Nap time.

ccxcv) Take Me To Thy Breast.

For I Am Home.

ccxciv) My Word.

People often ask me what the hell I'm doing here when my girl is all the way over there.

A while back, before I'd ever left England, I made a promise to myself that I would live in at least three different countries before 'growing up'.

She makes me wanna grow up to be the kinda person who never lies... and always keeps his promises.

ccxciii) Game of Kings.

Not a bad way to spend an evening after work.

ccxcii) Nature's Vignette.

Letting go of all my evening classes has its advantages.

ccxci) Ruff.

"I can't see."

ccxc) Body Language.

Just trying something different.

cclxxxix) Claiming Back Sundays.

Pretty much my position for the entire day.

It's a beautiful thing.

cclxxxviii) Pure Class.

Beer from a wine glass, coz we're fancy loik that.

cclxxxvii) Splosh.

Well, there's your problem.

cclxxxvi) Territorial.

Needless to say, I didn't cut across the stairs this time.

cclxxxv) Peek-A-Boo.

That creepy bastard.

cclxxxiv) Shared.

Ooze, in context, is delicious.

cclxxxiii) Flare.

JJ Abrams had a point.

cclxxxii) Small Hills.

*Looks at Valley Mountains.*

"Meh, we could climb that. No probs."

(O_o)

cclxxxi) Saturday. 10am.

Breakfast time. Obviously.

cclxxx) Rowrs.

It's a beautiful thing.

cclxxix) Leafy.

Nothing happened today.

So here's a plant in a corner.

cclxxviii) Just Noticed Something...

Has my head always been peanut cashew shaped??

I am become my screen-name. (O_o)

cclxxvii) Fajita Fillings.

All looks good, but what the hell are those brown things?!

cclxxvi) Maeberry Blues.

Ever have that feeling...

..Where you're not altogether there?

cclxxv) Big Toe.

Seaside pictures are overrated.

cclxxiv) Dirt.

My apartment is 35 square metres without any furniture in it.

This is one week's accumulation of yuckiness on just the floor.

I do a deep sweep on average once a week.

What the..?!?!?!

cclxxiii) Just A Typical Friday English Lesson.

Man, I'm gonna miss this class.