in which the lemming...

... decides that putting out a cigarette is like Pokemon: you gotta catch'em all. And by all, I mean the cinders. Four and a half years of smoking, and I still can't put out a cigarette properly. Yay *dork*



... laments that she seems to be putting way too much sugar in her tea. Consequently, she seems to be gaining weight around the midriff section. Also laments that she doesn't seem to be able to drink tea otherwise - it feels like it's sticking to the back of my throat. Rejoices, however, in the knowledge that she's spending more and more time refering to herself in the third person. Hah.



... is pained by a loss, but is learning to let go. Since she always says that it's not healthy to run after people who simply have no more room in their lives for you. Oh, but she could bitch about it for hours ^__^. But she will not, because yet again she has gotten burned and is nursing her wounds in a bitter-old-lady-with-many-cats way.



... is determined to make e-memories, especially taking into account that her own memory is slipping, slowly but surely. Thus, last Sunday was:
- love for the IOR park, with all its sunny paths and trees in bloom
- being snowed upon by pink-ish petals
- having a shaorma picnic on the grass
- rollerblading once around the lake, after which we rested our weary bones - for we are geezers.
- huge crowds of people out for walkies. I can has walkies, yes I can!



... is pleased that, in the best "Divided we stand, united we... would probably poke each-other's eyes out" Wartsheep Clan tradition, she won't be spending her Easter without Mum. Good times.



... is reading more Jrock fanfiction than is mentally healthy, probably. I'm still waiting for the author / theme that will "enervate" me so much that it will prompt me to write my own. The world had /better/ look out, if that ever happens.



... is praying for Amsterdam. Secretly. Oh please oh please oh please, pull through, pull through, oh ploxx.



... is wishing her beloved the happiest birthday evavah! O-tanjoubi omedetto gozaimasu, Tp-kun! (spelling mistakes and all :P)



... is (still) putting off writing about Lupeni, because she has no carrot (read: pictures) to motivate her. Tudor kinda said it all - and beautifully at that. Waaaah, teh purdy purdy place, with teh lurvely lurvely pplz0r!