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Feeling: saucy
9:43 Wednesday night   The Smell of Strangers I went out with Arina today, it was way fun, she's a really cool person. I got a sweetas black blouse from the NZ$2 opshop for, gasp, $2! It's good stuff, yo. $2 suit blazers! that are not all bad! You know, opshop clothes smell quite good. I wonder if they wash all their clothes before they sell them and they all smell like the washing detergent they use. Because if so, I want that washing detergent, it is quite nice smelling. Some people are afraid to buy clothes second hand, but I think it is neat; I wonder why the person gave up the clothes, and I wonder if it is because they are dead now or because they outgrew it or they needed more room in their closet. Wondering about other people's lives is quite fun. I like to sit in cafés in second floors and watch the streets, people running to catch buses, weighed down in groceries. Why are they in such a hurry? And people honking on the street, where do they need to go so fast? Because this life seems so fast with cars and buses and people addicted to time, chained to schedules and clocks and digital watches (reading analog takes too long). People seem so complex, although nature says all we need to worry about is eating, sleeping, and reproducing. And really, that's all we're doing. Where are we going to get our next paycheck so we can feed ourselves, where are we going to go to pick up significant others so we can have sex and make babies and get married and live in houses with picket fences. With a bit of entertainment thrown in via music and movies; magazines and games. At least, that's what it is in 1st world countries. 3rd world is probably a lot more basic-need oriented. It's just kind of fun to imagine and think about people, while drinking mocha frappuccinos in cafés and making small talk and gossipping with a girl-friend about whatever. Style, other friends, makeup, socks, the Tsunami in South Asia and the corruption, the sex trafficking of children, the fact that no one even cares and they just send money because it seems like the good thing to do, the governments that don't even know what to do with the money. Oh well.
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the punishment would involve blindfolds, being tied up and being bitten. hard.
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you do something naughty. like spilling chocolate syrup down my chest. then i'd have to make you lick it off too...
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it is easy. and tasty. and afterwards, there may be a treat for being such a good girl...
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I love second hand shops! And charity shops rule, I've got some really nice clothes and scarf and stuff from charity shops :o)

You just have to look carefully.
I'm up to my ears in talk about the tsunami disaster. I'd just like to be able to switch all the news off for a while. Thankfully it seems to have calmed down.

Anyways, thank you for saying I'm pretty!
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I do the same thing, though the "cafes" in my town are all hickified (neat word, huh), so I resort to the university food court.
It's a good alternative.
Ah, the joy's of people watching, it's so fullfilling. Although people make me nervous... but i do agree that it's fun. Well, Talk to you later babe, love you, miss you, I wanna have tea with you again! Have fun!!!
Sorry I took so long to reply...

But, yeah, the anticlimatic death thing and the fact that it just ends full stop that's that is what I was getting at =)

But the long way round.

And Topshop (I'm presuming that's what you mean) clothes always smell good. I like buying Topshop clothes =)
Ooh ooh *pumps fists in air* It appears that I'm getting better.
Chad. Chad who?
Uni food courts are rather depressing.