Sometimes I catch myself thinking: I can't believe this is now my life. Granted, it's only been a bit ( Read more... )

I hate being photographed. To the point that there exists almost no account of me in general from about 2002 to now - a smattering of ID pics, a few family shots taken by granma (you know the kind - the one with aching smiles and forced poses and various Christmas trees in the background), and that's about it.

I was always convinced I'm not the most ( Read more... )

Things that makes it feel good to be human again:

-  John Mayer's music;

-  [ogorki malosolne];

- Anything freshly laundered;

- Deliciously shallow hair planning;

- Chocolate rabbits;

- CSI: Miami;

( more Delerm-esque babbling )

 I do not have a romantic relationship with books.

I don't fangirl over the musty smell of old book shops. I don't experience a thrilling frisson when I run my finger over the spines in a library. I don't freak out over keeping books immaculate; in fact, some of my favourites, especially from childhood, are a perfect example of why, e.g., eating ( Read more... )

So evidently, my little pony is now an euphemism for...several Adult Concepts. And I was complimented for "having a spontaneity for stupidity". You can totally tell we're at uni- we're so prone to start having these Meaning of Life Conversations.

Speaking of which. Lately I realised that I miss the weirdest stuff. Under this comes: reminiscing ( Read more... )