Sugar explosion
I don’t know. Lately, every little things I’ve came across with, I think they are sweet and moving. This and this and this and this are sweet and moving. I attended my colleague wedding this past weekend and I thought the vows, poems and dancing were sweet and moving.
If you hold a teaspoon of sugar in front of me right now, my emotionally charged tears will probably flow down and drain out so fast you would’ve thought I’ve just pulled one of my pubic hair with a tweezer.
Regular schedule of sarcastic postings aiming at self-absorbing freaks will resume tomorrow, if I meet my soul mate tonight.
