My ass hurts from biking around Amsterdam. The last city (village) I was living in was a ten minute cycle to the outskirts if you took your time. Now it's British tourists zigzagging across the bike lanes screaming "Er my god this is like sooo dangerous omg omg eeeek" "Rosie, stick to the right, the right! THE RIGHHHHT! Your other rightttt!".
There's this store, STACH. Stach food. It pops up all over Amsterdam and is filled with things like Rose Lemonade and honeycomb-dark-chocolate-fudge and organic cacao raspberry crunchie bars and sea-salt-caramel popcorn and pretty teas and chia seeds and my eyes water with lust every time I go inside. I need to go to Stach-rehab because it's too expensive to be a regular/buy anything at all.
Yesterday it rained like a m'fuckr and was generally grey and miserable so after leaving the house to buy a soft grey blanket (for snuggle purposes) I made my own version of sweet and salty popcorn and banana peanut butter pancakes and stayed in bed watching The Killing, because rain.
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