i was worried if i had carried away with shallow impressions...
well, a singular night in my singular culture spent home
is worth a mi ll i on, really
winter goes to the boys, for sure
and this is about to be one of my fave times in the year
the revolt of islam and auguries of innocence
made my agony a most exciting experience
so did my kindest wintermusik
which has extended from 'down in a rabbit hole' to a lotmore
yknow stuff like 'swallow' + 'rnr goes to the girls' just to name some of the
most relevant ones
i am also delighted to report that my hair is finally b a c k
from its long forgotten holiday
and is functioning as - a long awaited - kind-of-normal-hairdo
much happiness about it i have
as for the food poisoning i got from the incredible amount of plain
yummy junk,
i opted for some pieces of the kind of food called 'fruit'
which sounds great, tastes even better
+ has nicey colours (it's orange actually)
so
i might just crawl up to my bed + have mes lectures brilliantes
till i wake up tomorrow ( there's logic init, i swear)
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