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And as much as I try not to, I still do. I’m happy this trip involved so much travelling with train, this way I got to talk to people with whom I probably wouldn’t have talked to. And the others – with whom I happened to talk to anyway – I’m not interested in people – I know it might not be a good thing – but this way, once again it turned out they all are pretty nice. I happened to talk to them, got to know them a little bit – a teensy little bit as for how short time we spent together – and I got to like them. I guess that must be one cause, that I know I get to like people way too fast, thus I try not to get to know them, this way I don’t get to like them, this way I won’t miss them and/or I won’t get disappointed in them. I’m not good at human relations.
Proudly presenting, I’ve survived the removal of one of my wisdom teeth. I had serious doubts concerning my survival, given this was my first ever surgery – and I know I’m the luckiest girl to say this. I mean, that I’ve come this far in my life without serious butchering my body. I really don’t get why people have surgeries for “fun”. Like, I had a friend who had a plastic surgery that I can totally approve of, but it was more a health-decision than vanity one… I’m not this vain… Not now, and probably never…
I have effin’ high expectations. So high, it’s almost impossible to reach. I could start listing the reasons, but I won’t. It’s not really a public affair afterall.
Officail. I’m freaking out. Hopefully I’ll get over it in… Like, this thought… is just wrong on so many levels. Whatever. Nope, this might not be a post you would understand. Continue reading
Weirdest thing ever, it’s today I felt like blogging…. Whatever. Let’s just think pink. Like my new dress. Now, that’s effing pink. But it looks good on me and the plan is, I’m even going to wear it. Like, really. The plan is I’m going to wear my other dresses as well. Julie is some serious inspiration it seems. LOL.
Two fucking months. I’m staring at the clock and count the minutes… 2 months ago I still had a dog. Technically.
Yeah, I’m the one who’s crying more over her dog than lost family members. Actually, this little furball was a family member. Who can’t understand this can just go and suck on snails. Continue reading
… when she’s gone. And she’s gone. And I keep forgetting after almost 17 years I don’t have a dog anymore and I keep looking for her. Continue reading