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I read only one blog now,:
http://nieniedialogues.blogspot.com/
At first it was the ..I hate to use this word, it's not the right word...novelty of her situation. I got new insight, new information about life from it. What happens if you're severely burned in a plane crash, you were once very beautiful, what is it like? I didn't get schadenfreude from it, I swear. It was pure information. Nowadays she's in a phase where the joy is reentering her life, maybe an example of something I heard on a PBS special about happiness, that within two years of a life changing situation, you find your middle ground of happiness once again. I can't read pioneerwoman's blog anymore. It's not a blog about life, but about a woman who has a blog that makes money and goes on press junkets for her bloga.
The other time I just sit and look at fabric. When I collected stickers as a child, I was so in love with them, the smell, the feel, each card of stickers tucked away in the page of a photo album. Even to this day if I see a mirror-metallic sticker, i'm transported back into childhood. I fondle packets of stickers and look at them for a long time, get lost. Same with fabrics. What is that???? This is my latest crush, I could look at it for ..well, minutes.
http://nieniedialogues.blogspot.com/
At first it was the ..I hate to use this word, it's not the right word...novelty of her situation. I got new insight, new information about life from it. What happens if you're severely burned in a plane crash, you were once very beautiful, what is it like? I didn't get schadenfreude from it, I swear. It was pure information. Nowadays she's in a phase where the joy is reentering her life, maybe an example of something I heard on a PBS special about happiness, that within two years of a life changing situation, you find your middle ground of happiness once again. I can't read pioneerwoman's blog anymore. It's not a blog about life, but about a woman who has a blog that makes money and goes on press junkets for her bloga.
The other time I just sit and look at fabric. When I collected stickers as a child, I was so in love with them, the smell, the feel, each card of stickers tucked away in the page of a photo album. Even to this day if I see a mirror-metallic sticker, i'm transported back into childhood. I fondle packets of stickers and look at them for a long time, get lost. Same with fabrics. What is that???? This is my latest crush, I could look at it for ..well, minutes.
