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Das Verschwinden des Josef
Mengele

by Olivier Guez

17853 days until until long birthday weekend. oh no
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Wednesday

6

December

2006

Almost Too Much Of It
POSTED in: Daily Life, Pixelling

Well yes, you have not travelled back in time, and I am not testing your memory span. I am not even sure myself if this theme will celebrate its 3rd or 4th Christmas this year… 😯

Converting it to WordPress was a pain in the butt, and while I worked on it, I realized how much I am NOT in Christmas spirits, thanks to this pervert warm weather we are having. And I am saying this, after Christmas shopping all morning! Standing in the midst of Christmas decoration, I remembered how much I always loved Christmas! And Christmas decoration! And then it dawned on me, that I dont have my favourite person to buy pressies for anymore, and down my mood went. 😥

I cant be bothered to overwork the smilies anymore today, grab them now, and then just reupload them when I am done with them, tomorrow? Grab them here. There will be a smaller version, for the blogs that dont have my line height.

I am such a narcisst, but I love some of the things that I made for Schildies the last 2 years. I will have to feature them one by one, so some wont get forgotten or overlooked. I still love the Adventkranzclock! *points to the left*

I cant believe how some people are done with their Christmas knitting, I havent even started yet!

Uni yesterday was brilliant! HAHA Another test we had to participate in, and the first question was “write down the first thought that comes to your mind when you hear the word death”. I sat over that question forever, obviously altering my first thought from “forever peace” to “going into eternity”. 😉 Whatever!

So much to tell today, but I better stop, this is already too long. And look, while I wrote that entry, you kept commenting on the old one! What will you have to say to this now? 😕




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... und in der schwärzesten Nacht meines Lebens sah ich Sterne.
Der Schatten des Windes