Sunday, July 31
You've said it Lucy van Pelt
Sunday, July 24
Quote #47
It's been so spot-on my exact feelings so often in my life that I find the saying deserves a better title than 'Quote #47', but I can't think of one.
Though it might not be literally true and though I can't be certain (yet) that he loves her, or she him; this is why I want to cry right now.
The hardest thing you'll ever do is seeing the one you love, love somebody else.Anonymous
Saturday, July 23
Jerome
Un-notice the garage and mind the basket that I installed myself.
Needless to say I'm very pleased with my new bike, though not so much with the name.
theme
happy thought,
life essentials,
transport
Tuesday, July 12
Marshmellow Chocolate
I know it is the so manieth post of which the main volume comprises a picture rather than the digital equivalent of my pen's wanderings but I spend most of my days now organising prose in the following template;
"Dear xxx,
Please blah blah blah.
Kind Regards,
MMM"
and am left with little to no words left for the creation of verbal beauty. Because I wouldn't want to deprive you of what little joy you can gather from thisahere blog, I can only advise you to make some hot chocolate wile it rains. Don't forget to add marshmellows. Plenty of them.
Monday, July 11
Regional Holiday
I just love excuses for parties. Don't confuse me with the people who would like to call today 'National Holiday'.
Sunday, July 10
The Facebook Dilemma
In a previous post I have announced my goodbye and resolution never again to be part of the curses and blessings of Facebook. Being now over a year clean and untainted by my previous obsession I am however in doubt. I have no wish to join the circus again, but that it may be the only way to contact a cute ex-colleague.
Message in a Bottle
I tend to write down my frustrations, in order to be able to let go of them. Being confused in the last few months about two relatively recent crushes, I had decided to simply write them. Since actually sending the letters might be too confrontational, I'm sending the letters by bottle. The river runs past both their houses so...
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