I've killed the blog. Can't fricking write anything anywhere without people finding it. Girl gets paranoid. If I can't write about my life, what's the point?
In a very bad mood...
Like your pretty paper, though. Wish you were closer to the clouds.
I love stationary. I have way too much of it and always want to buy more. Letters are a freaking fortune out here to send, though. Like everything else. It's more than one US dollar every time I want to write to anyone the good old-fashioned way! Such a shame.
the book of notecards i bought on mommy's dime that i'm all in a dither about.
the view from my writing room window.
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I've killed the blog. Can't fricking write anything anywhere without people finding it. Girl gets paranoid. If I can't write about my life, what's the point?
In a very bad mood...
Like your pretty paper, though. Wish you were closer to the clouds.
I love stationary. I have way too much of it and always want to buy more. Letters are a freaking fortune out here to send, though. Like everything else. It's more than one US dollar every time I want to write to anyone the good old-fashioned way! Such a shame.
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