Open house

The dishwasher who stood behind the window analysed the psychologist who seemed to know it all.

Who thought reverse psychology was the new trick.

She was not amused.

Despite this, the dishwasher was for once happy that she was the backdrop. 

While cutting the onions, the knife slipped

and her cutting career was over.

Time didn’t wait for her to heal.

For real

I’m seriously considering moving to a country where I know absolutely nobody.

Where language will be a barrier, hence, I won’t be so charming.

Where they’re not attracted to asians.

Where I would be turned off by their charm. 

Ireland sounds good to me.

Blek!