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janestarzNo e-mail back yet. *Sigh*
It’s probably all girly-like and I’m sorry but he appears in my dreams both day and night.
Also, I’m trying to hold on to the larp. Because if I lose it, will I lose this wonderful feeling larp always gives me or…even him?
Cooking shoarma (meat!) and potatoes provencale. Just in need of good-tasting food to remember why I’m holding back on the chips. I’ll make it a fun night for myself. I have to type that report and then clean up here but I’ll eat my food in front of episode 3 of Star Trek: Enterprise. So far so good. A bit of wine and all.
Got to stir, back in a sec.
So once I realised school had no future for me today, I went to the city in the hope the Hema would have my pictures back. But why for the world would you, as a photo-developing mega-store, be true to your contract? Hand in your film Tuesday and you might get it back Thursday, but you’d better count on Monday. *deep and frustrated sigh* So I went bra-shopping. I had seen some rad corsetlike thingies at the Hennes but it wasn’t in my size. I mean, why the hell would people want breasts that are larger than B or godforbid C because then you wouldn’t fit into those neat little nighties.
I bought a nice little black laced bra. Not so expensive either, for my size. Also bought three books second hand: Erich Segal’s Love Story, David Eddings The Diamond Throne and Linda Lay Schuler’s She Who Remembers. That last title just caught my eye.
When potatoes are black, they’re done right?
Normally I’m a good cook. Really.
It’s probably all girly-like and I’m sorry but he appears in my dreams both day and night.
Also, I’m trying to hold on to the larp. Because if I lose it, will I lose this wonderful feeling larp always gives me or…even him?
Cooking shoarma (meat!) and potatoes provencale. Just in need of good-tasting food to remember why I’m holding back on the chips. I’ll make it a fun night for myself. I have to type that report and then clean up here but I’ll eat my food in front of episode 3 of Star Trek: Enterprise. So far so good. A bit of wine and all.
Got to stir, back in a sec.
So once I realised school had no future for me today, I went to the city in the hope the Hema would have my pictures back. But why for the world would you, as a photo-developing mega-store, be true to your contract? Hand in your film Tuesday and you might get it back Thursday, but you’d better count on Monday. *deep and frustrated sigh* So I went bra-shopping. I had seen some rad corsetlike thingies at the Hennes but it wasn’t in my size. I mean, why the hell would people want breasts that are larger than B or godforbid C because then you wouldn’t fit into those neat little nighties.
I bought a nice little black laced bra. Not so expensive either, for my size. Also bought three books second hand: Erich Segal’s Love Story, David Eddings The Diamond Throne and Linda Lay Schuler’s She Who Remembers. That last title just caught my eye.
When potatoes are black, they’re done right?
Normally I’m a good cook. Really.
