Cure for depression: Shopping. And alcohol.
Today the broken machine I am working with at Uni broke down even more. Every time I think we got it it just slides a little further down that gravel hillside toward a scary drop. I am hoping for a delivery that will allow me to fix another broken machine today, but it's seems late and there's no sight of it.
So understand me when I went to the Systembolaget and bought myself four shiny, deep red presents from italy. Now I can dream of enjoying them as a change from enjoying those eyes that sparkle.
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I've never met someone
so funny
so beautiful
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Elephants are elegant
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