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November

2015

13th November: my Groundhog Day

I really dont think that I will ever have a normal November 13th for the rest of my life. It was my Moms birthday. Happiest birthday ever , whereever you are right now! For some reason, my parents have been weighing on my mind since a while. The grieving never stops. Its still the worst thing ever, like it rips you into a million pieces. Oh well. It is how it is.

Work was exhausting again, of course. Afterwards, brother and I went to our Outlet Center. My brother bought himself a winterjacket without arms and I really wanted one as well. They didnt have it available for women, but I got two other things. They werent planned and I am not so sure they were in the budget, but too late now!



I am not sure I like the colour of my new winterjacket too much, but brother said it looks really good. I am sure I will get used to the bright candy pink.

I have to work tomorrow. Not too happy about it, but oh well. It brings the money in! Take care of yourselves Lovelies, I will be back tomorrow!



One Response to “13th November: my Groundhog Day”


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    Lucy
    6:58 am on November 14th, 2015

    Enjoy your new purchases! May they keep you warm this winter. Bright candy pink is a mood lifter!

    A friend of mine just lost her mother last week…the feeling of loss never disappears. I still talk to my mother …crazy? Maybe. But we talked so much when she was alive that I just can’t get out of the habit. I hope our Mothers are watching over all of us somehow.

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