walkaway

Dear world,

A pile of new soaps and shampoos and stuff is making me re-discover that being oversensitive to scents can also be a good thing. The last few evenings I've passed right out in peppermint-cinnamon bliss;

whereas in the mornings I nearly do the same thing, with the scent of spices and chocolate and honey.

It's a good life. I also had the brilliant...
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Dear world,

still feel like shit. Slightly worried that every time I despair enough to start an Animal Crossing game, bizarre understated npc romance commences. Oh, cranky animals, I love you.

Sun is back. Good! Eyes hurt. Bad!

Dear world,

I've successfully put just about everything I own through the laundry. Whilst baking avocado muffins. (They're green.)

I am still ill but nowhere near acute enough to call a doctor. No coughing or sneezing, just swollen lumps around my throat and in my armpits and a high fever (comparatively; i am generally below average temperature). And my stomach is doing... something. If this...
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i caught the plague and had a visitor and i sometimes feel so guilty that my need to be alone exceeds my appreciation of good company.

then i painted.

dear world, should i use the red henna hairdye or not?

Dear world,

I live on smoothies made out of ginger, bananas and raspberries. I heart ginger.

AND. I just realised what the big deal is regarding swine flu. It originated in Mexico! As in, hecho en Mxico. Which is only an explanation if you've read sufficient amounts of Achewood.

Today I'm baking a cake and trading it for a 32" telly.

Dear world,

just so we're clear; I am here because of wonderful human beings dressing up as Daria and Jane, and also to stalk Coffeelove. (I love coffee, too. And coffeelove. Coffee loves me. Love coffees me? This is hella confusing.)

I had intended to be asleep by now but I seem to be stuck in an emo loop.

...Therefore, more coffee.

(You know...
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Dear world,

I'm eating chocolate and picking flakes of dead skin out of my scorched-sunburnt cleavage whilst reading "A confederacy of dunces" and making mental lists of ways in which I may or may not be similar to its main character.

Clearly the world needs to know this.