Regardless, I'll tell you.
Well, yester-evening was a very sad, and happy day. The pages of my little red and gold book are literally all filled to capacity, so I needed some personal/impersonal writing space. A blog seemed adequate enough for that. I'm going to miss that book, I got it as a gift from my kimchi best friend and my Jewish flower on my 16th birthday, there are memories of splendid moments associated with the stories I brought to life between torrents of words. I really enjoy writing about the things I read, whether it's that quote that sums my life pretty impressively or societal issues. Sometimes just lyrically appealing sentences, like the ones in Bronte's Wuthering Heights and Wilde's Dorian Gray, oh, also brief reflections.
I'm currently with Neusa (one of my world's favourite people) and she feels like I'm not giving her enough attention, which thus leads her to go on with her eloquent complaints about life. She claims one day she'll disappear from our lives (ours being subjective), like James from Sandra Brown's 22 Indigo Place; only she will not return. We keep each other young. Incedently the woman just put on Pride and Prejudice because she knows that's bound to get my attention. I've seen the movie about 10 times. Every time I always wonder at what exactly is Lizzie's mom so peacefully grinning at, when they show a cow and do a close-up on his balls... I mean if that's what she's eyeballing; the woman is quite perverted for an 18th century maiden. I'd be delighted to meet her acquaintance.
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