Where's that money forest now that I need it?
I miss using Photoshop. I miss applying for fanlistings. I miss eating candies. I miss reading Harry Potter. I miss various trivial things. Very random, I know.
Is it okay to bitch about something that involves someone on your flist? I guess not. Not bitch about a person but... something. I feel like bitching but I don't want to upset the person involved. Even though the person is sort of behind it all. But that's exactly it. I don't mean to bitch about her and I'm afraid it'd come across that way. So no, I will not bitch about it. Never you mind. It's nothing important anyway. (And for those of you who may or may not be concerned that it's something about you - it most likely isn't 'cause I don't think the person involved actually reads my journal.)
Onwards we go. No trip to Sweden/Kolmården for me after all. :( I was so excited about it but it's not happening. The boyfriend can't afford his share after being in the army for six months. Which I completely understand, but I wish he hadn't suggested it in first place and hadn't made it sound like we'll surely do it this summer. Le sigh.
Maybe next summer. Or next lifetime. Maybe someday.
Is it okay to bitch about something that involves someone on your flist? I guess not. Not bitch about a person but... something. I feel like bitching but I don't want to upset the person involved. Even though the person is sort of behind it all. But that's exactly it. I don't mean to bitch about her and I'm afraid it'd come across that way. So no, I will not bitch about it. Never you mind. It's nothing important anyway. (And for those of you who may or may not be concerned that it's something about you - it most likely isn't 'cause I don't think the person involved actually reads my journal.)
Onwards we go. No trip to Sweden/Kolmården for me after all. :( I was so excited about it but it's not happening. The boyfriend can't afford his share after being in the army for six months. Which I completely understand, but I wish he hadn't suggested it in first place and hadn't made it sound like we'll surely do it this summer. Le sigh.
Maybe next summer. Or next lifetime. Maybe someday.