Ouch.
Worst of all: that one post of 2013 was a post about how I was neglecting all of you in blog-land.
I'm not even sure if that should count as a post. It should probably be named as a false hope, or playing with your emotions. Perhaps even leading you on.
Shoot, my apologies. Really, I swear my intentions were good ones.
But now my darlings:
I'm back!
Let's hope for good?
Let's make this a part of my new years resolutions.
I'll put 'become less scared of the internet' next to 'showering more' and 'getting dressed everyday'.
I've been in the habit of wearing the same large fluffy sweater everyday for the last few weeks. I don't really see anything wrong with it: there is no point in changing your outfit when you've achieved perfection. This sweater is the sweater that all sweaters should aim to be: warm, fluffy, woolen, stripped, large, long, Christmas colored, not too tight at the neck and perfect. So perfect.
Don't get me wrong, I still shower. I stay cleanly. I change my underwear daily, occasionally change the leggings that are Perfect Sweater's soul mate and change my socks. Perfect sweater isn't crusty or hiding snacks for later. It's still perfect.
We sleep together and we cuddle. Don't be jealous of our love. Perfect Sweater and I met at Salvation Army's half price off men's clothing sale: the place where all heaven-born matches are --at long last-- united.
There is hope for all of you. Don't neglect scouring those crowded racks. Don't become desperate, every one's own perfect sweater is out there. It's waiting for you.
I speak truths.
Some people, were a little less certain of my relationship with Perfect Sweater. My cute human boyfriend for one. He's a little too cute to be made horribly uncomfortable, so me and Perfect sweater have decided to take a short break. Perfect Sweater is going to the spa, while Snowflake sweater and I (oh, and cute human boyfriend, of course) rekindle our love.
Gotta be flexible. Only way to survive this life.
Much love to you all!
I'll be back.
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| Cute human boyfriend looking quite dapper in a forest. |
