Yeah, it's me. That girl called "Dawn Felagund" (who also answers to "Felak"--pretty effed up, since that's one of her male characters--"the 'gund" or just plain "Dawn") who usually updates daily or so and has apparently fallen off of the face of the earth. Well, except for fannish things, but when I'm eighty, I doubt I'll look back at my journal
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Oh, it doesn't sound silly at all, believe me! You know, this summer I bought this really pretty little thyme bush for my kitchen table... and I was soo proud of it! It made my mid-city apartment smell like a Tuscan garden, looked rather nice, and moreover I could even use it for cooking. Over two weeks or so it got even bigger and bushier, and I got even prouder (I have a reputation for killing plants, so this once became my joy). Then....
I went away for the weekend. Okay, I admit it now, probably a bad idea concerning my pretty little thyme bush, and I probably would have expected it to be a bit dry after two days of being away. Well, it wan't dry... it was completely dead. I nearly cried. Over a plant. So here you have being silly. :-/
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Incidentally, the only part in the movie Castaway where I cried wasn't when he came home to find his true love had married someone else or when his life was ruined in one night...it was when the damned volleyball "Wilson" floated away off of his raft. I cried at that part.
So, believe me, I understand. ;)
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