i love becca's shop. i'm glad she doesnt chase me away even though i stay here the whole day at times. click on the link and stop asking me what does becca sell. (although at this point of time, only 2 readers are allowed, and one of them is YOU, but still, i'm helping u do some marketing! more will see when i do unlock my blog)
i love spending time with becca, although this luxury has largely been confined to within her shopspace lately, i still do. haha! no i don't get free hugs - neither would you.
sometimes, i just find myself being at her shop even though i dunno why i'm here. is this some mental condition? if it is, can someone please tell me so that i can go see a doctor? am i freakish just because? am i scaring you? tell me, i'll be gone before too long. tell me, i only meant to be myself with you.
dinner last night was a farce. my best time yesterday was when i hit the "solve" button on my microsoft excel and the bloody solution came out. i didnt even have ice-cream.
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