In a pickle
August 2011
9 posts
I will never forget tonight. Our love is incredible.
One of a kind
I typed and re-typed this story countless times, but I just couldn’t make it sound dignified. Probably because it wasn’t.
Deon and I spent the eve of our eleventh month spitting mini pearls at each other.
Yep, spitting. I have to say, I was much better at it. Got him on the shirt, the face, the glasses. He only got my shirt. We ran around the Tampines heartlands, screaming, laughing and spitting. Frankly, I have not had such an adrenaline rush for ages. It was fan-tas!-tic. (english accent)
I think we’re very romantic. I love you! :D
Spain
Between The Trees
I really want to update, I do. Almost a criminal number of things to talk about, but I’ve simply have not had the raw energy to post something I’d be satisfied with.
But here’s whats significant.
1. Time of the month
2. I want a holiday from my uterus
Sympathy deserved, as well as a fountain of chocolate as tall as a house! Please.
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oh and thank you to the comments Lydia, Chanel and Crystal on the previous photo! made my day. ((:
Day 2 @ elmwood
I feel like my butt is going to double in size, considering I’m going to be on it for an average of ten hours a day. I need secret butt exercises to do while my thinning fingers work on the giant screen.
But oh howdy hey I have my own station! Containing a humongous state-of-the-act iMac with a wireless keyboard and mouse to match.
All these, I now pretend are my own. Yay.
