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... Lips stained red from a bottle of wine. I finally have internet again!  And there's a few more days before I start work.  Let's see how long it goes before I have to disappear again. A question for you, dear reader: cake or pie?

... That's where our similarity ends. Things are happening: new job, new city, new madness.  Not quite sure what will become of all this, and not entirely certain how I'll end up.  See you around? Dear reader, no question for you this time.  But you are so very dear to me.

... And turning inside out. Journal entry: In which I show you just how obsessive-compulsive I am, and explain something that I'm sure you don't actually care about. I was watching people on dA before I got an account, and so when I did finally succumb, I felt like I couldn't go around and "catch up" on all the things I would've liked to have faved.  So I just didn't do favourites at all.  But every now and then, someone would draw something for me (!!!) and after I recovered from the stunning delight, I'd think how I'd like to make the piece a favourite.  But for the longest time, I just didn't, because it would be weird, or something? Ex