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It should be forbidden. Winter. There should be a law against snow, cold, ice.
Well, actually, as far as I'm concerned, only coldness should be banned of the world. I can't get out of my home without feeling little ninjas stars of ice forming themselves into my blood system : it huuuuurts !!!
In that condition, I don't get out of my house, I don't go on the net, I don't downloed LOST (ouch !! It feels really empty without LOST !), I barely search job propositions (I wrote desperate letters, send them into the nothing and dreamt of them being throw into the garbage), and I haven't seen sun in so much days that I can ashamed snow with my pâllness. I don't even do the grocery... How I manage to get out of my bed this morning is a wonder.
Not that nothing good never happens in that times of nothing : yesterday, there was that stupid tv movie that has the fabulous Pierre Cassignard in it. I always fall for his playing, and, for having seen him on stage, from very close (first rank), I can say that he's very very charming. I fall, fall, fall... Silly...
On the sewing front :
The stays still doesn't fit. It's banned in a bag, in my closet. I consider, without an ounce of depressive appreciation (ahem...), my june project largely compromise. On the next project, I'm going to try to make Katherine 1820-40 corset, adapted to my new... me. It's also highly depressive, but it's an occupation, it's sewing and it's a good manner to stop whinning without a purpose : now I have a purpose.
Well, actually, as far as I'm concerned, only coldness should be banned of the world. I can't get out of my home without feeling little ninjas stars of ice forming themselves into my blood system : it huuuuurts !!!
In that condition, I don't get out of my house, I don't go on the net, I don't downloed LOST (ouch !! It feels really empty without LOST !), I barely search job propositions (I wrote desperate letters, send them into the nothing and dreamt of them being throw into the garbage), and I haven't seen sun in so much days that I can ashamed snow with my pâllness. I don't even do the grocery... How I manage to get out of my bed this morning is a wonder.
Not that nothing good never happens in that times of nothing : yesterday, there was that stupid tv movie that has the fabulous Pierre Cassignard in it. I always fall for his playing, and, for having seen him on stage, from very close (first rank), I can say that he's very very charming. I fall, fall, fall... Silly...
On the sewing front :
The stays still doesn't fit. It's banned in a bag, in my closet. I consider, without an ounce of depressive appreciation (ahem...), my june project largely compromise. On the next project, I'm going to try to make Katherine 1820-40 corset, adapted to my new... me. It's also highly depressive, but it's an occupation, it's sewing and it's a good manner to stop whinning without a purpose : now I have a purpose.
