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So, because every time I sign up for exchanges I forget half the details, I decided it might finally be the time to write up a post like this.


( The things I enjoy and don't enjoy )

I should not be allowed to go shopping, ever. Now, I am able to control myself when it comes to clothes, mainly because I'm so fucking choosy when it comes to them.

... BUT.

I cannot control myself when it comes to books. I did post yesterday about how many I bought these past two weeks, yes? The point about that was that I knew I would acquire another book today, because that just is part of me going shopping.

Instead of one, though, I bought three. Patrick Süskind's The Perfume, Charlotte Bronte's Jane Eyre, and Winston Groom's Forrest Gump.


Dear Intellectual Part of Brain,

Fuck you.

Not sincerely,

The Rest of the Body and Brain.


To exercise what is not brain, I'm going out dancing now. *sticks out tongue*

Unrelatedly: SUPERNATURAL SEASON FOUR STARTS THIS WEEK. JARED AND JENSEN REPORTEDLY LIVE TOGETHER. WHY DOES THE LINE BETWEEN FICTION AND REALITY GROW MORE BLURRED WITH EVERYTHING WE GET TO KNOW ABOUT THESE TWO, I ASK YOU? Seriously, guys, you fill me with unending squee, but... don't you think you're handing us plot material on silver platters? Next we know, you actually are merrily fucking your way through the house/apartment, and having sleepy sex every morning before you carpool to work.