Swimming in my bowl

There are so many questions in life, that one’s head might fall off from trying to sort them all out. Why can’t I keep money cold? Why haven’t I found a new place to live yet? Where is my favourite hat gone? How do you make a rabbit skin hat like the one I have to wear until I find it? Why did I choose Bluebuerry Bliss tea instead of Raspberry Rendez-vous? And why the hell is it pink?

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