In out final day in Bulgaria, we had the sporting events , which led to a long bath in the sun and tons of fun in the sea . We had algae fights and played a lot of games. We burried a friend in the sand to his neck and then wrote "EYP" on him,with water . And we ate ice-cream on the beach and got the most intense tan from all the session. Then we were off to packing (saddly)
Eating macaroons,chocolate ,ice cream , stuffing yourself with lasagna or pizza , buying that amazing pair of shoes, drinking an over-expensive latte : they are all little guilty pleasures I like to feast on . I take the luxury of buying myself an over-priced nail polish when I feel the need to pamper myself.
But eating or shopping : they require either a large amount of money or an amazingly fast metabolism. And unlucky me does not possess any one of them. So I have burried myself under tons of serials ! I have watched dozens of seasons so far : I've been among ghosts ,vampires , serial killers and between love ties and psychological disasters . My room has been invaded ,one by one , by monsters and lovers alike.
These feel so guilty because they use up so much of my time , but they make me never feel down. While watching serials, I feel like I'm on morphine.
