carabiner

was anyone ever taught the interview dress code? as in what colors to wear in your first, then second interviews along with what shoes to wear, the type of soles, etc.? i never learned any of that until meeting Tony that other day.

my recent internet surfing took me on a trip about tiramisu, one of the FEW rare desserts that i can tolerate because of its delicate yet extreme/intense taste. i suppose that would make sense since nothing in my life is in moderation. either at one extreme or the other, as yeshua once told me. oh well. so i was basically flipping through pictures of tiramisus some people made at home and others that appear as if made by well-versed chefs.

the only place my pen will be going any time soon is in writing. i've taken up a pen pal! it's an odd dynamic, getting tiring already since one can only have so many ideas before exhausting the possibility of having something to say. which confuses me since i would expect people to break up after that point- i would anyway because of boredom and lack of interest.

janey and nants always say the nicest things about me- a heart of ice. i'm touched, but in a manner that is acceptable and less inappropriate than drab's emails.

my grandfather's nose was running at the table, except he wasn't doing anything about it. my gramms had to finally shout at him- losing his hearing and all- to wipe his nose.

i have yet to hang out with poorneel. maybe this weekend?