I’m
quite unsure how will long will I ever stop watching that certain HIMYM clip of
The Mother drowning over the
sentimental La Vie En Rose in ukulele while Ted Mosby on the other side of
the wall lethargically nosing round. That every single fucking time I don’t
know what to do, I always end up having my eyes, ears and all of me, hopelessly
glued over it, hoping it would sort of serve as deus ex machina but instead finding myself ending up complicating
my thoughts even more, like.. right now.
