One of the reasons why I will never want to use a glue binded book for a journal again.
Oh hai - the pink paper that still bears such faint scent of perfume after all these years!
A sheer reminder to years 1993-2001.
There are certain dates and birthdays that seemed to be synonymous to me with certain personality traits in certain people I care about. Hogwash - one might say of the whole coincidence - that two people of the same birthdays but years apart would share that rather alarming trait that threatens to cause much damage to their lives. At the same time, I orbit like a comet around the outer realms of their lives, not too sure if I have the right to intercede or even interfere only because I care.
The search for the perfect lecture notebook that would take fountain pen ink has ended and the results shall be published soon. A stray thought comes to mind that if an epicure is defined as
"1. a person who cultivates a refined taste, esp. in food and wine; connoisseur.
2. Archaic. a person dedicated to sensual enjoyment. "
and a sybarite as
1. (usually lowercase) a person devoted to luxury and pleasure.
2. an inhabitant of Sybaris.
What would best describe a person who has too much respect for her daily writing tools to let it all go?
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